Happy Thanksgiving

Chutir Mejaje
Bengali Short Story: By Manidipa Bhattacharya
11/24/2011
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Ghum bhenge ghorir dike takalo Mila.
Charte ponero baje!!
Eto bhore uthbe na bhebe abar chokh bondho korlo.
Aj abar bandhobira sobai ashbe.
Sobai mile ranna kora hobe, ratre bor bachchara eshe eksathe 'Thanksgiving' er khaouya daouya.
Etai plan apatoto.
Traditional 'Turkey' dinner na kore,bangali bhoj hobe.
Khamokha keno sundor niriho pakhi take hotya kora chhutir dine!!Kheteo bishwad jokhon!!
Ghum ar ashchena dekhe Mila uthei porlo.
Mukh dhuye cha kheye i yoga class ta kore nebe bhablo.
'Exercise freak' bole Milar bodnam ache.
Figure tao ta bhalo rekheche...
Boyosh pray ponchash hote chhollo.
Porer bochhor oder oneker i ordho shotobarshiki hobe.
Keu bole, keu bolena.
Mila dhak dhol pitiye facebook e update na dileo, kacher lokjon jane or boyosh.
Bhalo figure e sob jama kapor i maniye jay, tai tight jama kapor i pore regularly..
Tobe Bangali party te saree pore sadharonto.
Ajkal tanter saree i beshi pochondo kore.
Tar sathe lal boro tip.
Makeup kono kalei koreni.
Ekhon o kore na.
Boyosh barar sathe sathe baki bandhobi der makeup er poriman o bare dekheche.
Rinir barite du rattir theke dekheche, ponchash ta makeup lagiye tobe i oporupa hoye Rini party te beroy.
Sundori bole Rinir sukhyati ache.
Kintu barite thakle Rini khub i kodakar, e kotha sobai hoyto jane na.
Jak ge , jananor proyojon o nei.

Rini sobar seshe ashbe jane, eshei, Sanjay, or bor, tar name guchcher complain niye boshbe.
Age, eshob sune, onek gyan dito oke, oder problem solve korar chesta korto.
Ekhon ar sunte bhalo lage na.
Problem ta ashole Mila r i.
Kotha kom bole , tai sunte hoy beshi.
Sune sune tired hoye jay Mila.
Rini hochche news reader o feeder.
Nana dhoroner khobor paouya jay or kache.
O khobor songroho korte bhalobashe.
Sobai ke phone kore, dekha kore, sobar khobor jogar kore.
Tarpor Mila ke eshe update dey.
Mila tai ajkal news channel ar dekhe na.

Rini nijer khobor, onner khobor dutoi janiye dey Mila ke.

Rini r bor ghorer kaje help kore na, bachchader homework dekhe na..

Nitur bor, Neil, tar secretary r sathe prem korche.
Detective lagiye Nitu dekheche, secretary ke mercedez gari kine diyeche.Bor tar apartment eo niyomito jay.
Ki bhabe bor ke boshe ante hoy, e dhoroner nanan poramorsho dey Rini Nituke.
Ar baki roilo Piu.

Piu,Piu r bor Shomeek, ar Mila ek i college e poreche.
College er por i Piu Shomeek biye kore ney.
Aparently tara sukhi.
Bachcha kachcha nei oder.
Dujone bhaloi ache.
Rini r dharona ora sukhi noy.
Ek ghore shoy na.
Tai bachcha nei.
Piu konodin e niye kotha boleni.
Rini ki kore jane, eta Mila jane na.
Probably ratre oder janla diye unki mere dekheche..

Piu r moton,Rini ar Sanjay o prem kore biye koreche.
Nitu o oder sathe ek i college e poreche.
Tai Rini, Sanjay ar Nitu college buddies.

Neil ar Nitu r arranged marriage.
Oder duto meye ache.

Yoga class e aj ar mon boshlo na Milar.
Mathar modhdhe hajar golpo ghurche bon bon kore.
Rini eshe aro golpo mathay dhokay.
Tokhon du peg whiskey golay na dhalle ghum ashe na.

Class theke beriye i ekta cigerrette dhoralo Mila.
Bari jabar pothe ki ki jinish kinte hobe, mone mone tar ekta list banate laglo.
Cell phone bajche...
Nishchoy Rini.
Na, esomoye Neil er phone peye obak holo.
'Hello', bollo Mila.
'Hi ,I am  Neil' Opash theke jobab.
'Yes,I have your number, bolo..' Mila bollo.
'Aj to tomar bari party, Nitu jete bollo...'
'Hya, Nitu kothay?'
'Nitu to bachchader rekhe berolo tomar bari..' Neil ektu aste aste kotha bolche.
'O achcha , tumi chhole esho tahole..'Mila jobab dilo.
'Ami to janina Nitu tomader ki boleche amar name, tai jete bhorsha pachchi na...'
Haa Haa kore hese Mila bollo,'Prem o korbe,bhoy o pabe, duto eksathe jaye na...'
O pash theke kono reply na peye Mila bujhlo kotha ta bola uchit hoyni.
Bollo,'Sorry,tomake erokom bola thik hoyni, amay Nitu kichhui boleni, hothath mukh phoshke baje kotha bole phelechhi..'
'Na baje kotha na, thik i kotha...prem to korchhi i tobe Nitur moto lukiye na...Etai ja difference..'Neil gombhir golar uttor dilo.
'Excuse me!!' bolei khokh khokh keshe uthlo Mila.
Sokal belay erokom kotha sune cigerrette er bishom khelo Mila.
'Sorry, kothata bola uchit hoyni, achcha rakhi.. ratre dekha hobe asha kori..' Neil bollo.
'Tumi aste na chao tomar byapar, kintu party te scene create na holei bhalo...' Mila bollo.
'Scene create to ami korbo na, Nitu i korbe,a amake bole gelo...'Neil Bollo.
'O achcha...serokom hole, tumio tomar kotha bolo..'Mila thik ki jobab debe bujhchhe na....
Odik theke onno line e Nitu phone korche...
Or barite pouche geche mone hoy...
Ki korbe Mila ektu confused..
Neil i banchiye dilo,'Bollo, na thak, osob kichhu korbo na...ami jabo...'
Rakhlam, bole phone rekhe dilo.

Neil er phone ta disconnect hobar por Nitur phone ta pelo.

'Hello, tui barite nei?' Nitu shobhaboto o ektu birokto.
'Ei du minute... ashchhi..'Bole Mila gari start dilo.

Ar grocery jaouya holo na.
Aro deri hole Nitu r bokuni khete hobe.

Gari theke namte na namtei Nitu r boka suru holo.
'Ekdin exercise na gele i hochchilo na?'

'Aay, aay, bhetore aay...bosh , cha ta kha..tarpor bokish..' Mila haste haste bollo.
'Toke ar boke ki hobe , sunbi to na ....' Nitu gari theke jinish pottor namate namate bollo..
'Exercise kora kharap naki?' Mila o namate help korte laglo..
'Na , ta noy, eka eka thakish, biye korish na, cigerrette ar mod khash...' Nitu bolte bolte ranna ghore dhuklo..
'Hya, erokom meyeke ke biye korbe?'bolte bolte Rinio dhuklo..
'Ar ekjon add holo...' Mila bollo..
'Amio eshe gechi...' bolte bolte Piu o eshe gelo.

'Babbah, tora to sob khabar i baniye enechhish dekhchhi...tahole ekhon ar ki korbo amra?'Mila bollo.
'Chol mod khai...cigerrette er packet ta de dekhi Mila......'Bolei whiskey dhalte laglo Piu.

'Ema tui i cigerrette khash?'Nitu obak hoye Piu ke bollo..
'Keno?khele ki hoy?'Piu cigerrette e sukh tan diye bollo..
'Cigerette khele bachcha hoy na...' Nitu phosh kore bole boshlo.
'Tobe...Bachcha gulo nijer bor er hole bhalo hoy...' Piu chanchur er packet ta khulte khulte bemakka ekta jobab dilo..

Muhurter jonno sobai chhup...
Kichhukhkhon theme hish hish kore Nitu jiggesh korlo,'Ki bolte chash tui?'
'Nijei janish..Bor to ar emni emni prem korena tor..' Chanachur khete khete ar phosh phosh kore dhonya chharte chharte bollo Piu.
'Na jene kotha bola uchit na' Rini egiye ashlo Nitu ke rokhkha korte..
'Bachchagulo kar janle, tui o e kotha boltish na...' Rini r kothar jobab dilo Piu.

Nitu ekdom chhup kore ache dekhe Rini chitkar kore bollo,' Ki bolchish ja ta !!'
Piu Whiskey niye Mila ke jiggesh korlo, 'Oi Packet theke mangsher chop gulo de to Mila...Boddo khide peyeche..'

Mila chop gorom korte gelo ranna ghore...Piu o elo Milar sathe.
Mila erokom Piu ke konodin dekheni...
Pechhon pechhon Rini o ranna ghore chhole esheche..
'Bachchagulo kar Piu?'..Tokhon Piu r kach theke jobab na peye, Rini abar jiggesh korlo..
'Amar to ar bachcha nei, jader bachcha tader jiggesh kor giye' ...bole i Piu sofay eshe boshe chop ar whiskey khete laglo.

Mila ekta cigerrette dhoralo dekhe, Nitu o ekta cigerrette chailo Mila r kache...

'De sala, ekta biri i khai...' Nitu r mukhe o khisti sune Mila obak holo.

Nitu ke cigerette dite dite Mila Rini ke o ekta offer korlo.

Rini kichukhkhon bhebe cigerrette ta niye dhoralo.
Gelashe whishkey dhele boshlo Nitu r pashe.

Nitu o uthe giye whishkey dhallo nijer jonno..

Tai dekhe Mila haste laglo ho ho kore.

Mila ke haste dekhe Nitu jiggesh korlo, 'haschish keno?'
'Ami jantam cigerette ar mod meyeder khete nei...Amake na kotobar bolish tora..Aj dekhchhi ek dine i, tora, amar moto hoye gechish..Moja kore bollo Mila.

Mila ke haste dekhe sobai heshe uthlo...

Abohaouya take halka korar jonno Mila bollo,'Aaj tahole ar ranna korbo na?'

'Prochur khabar to ache dekhchi, aj boshe adda i mara jak' Piu bollo.

'Adda mara, na bondhuder opoman kora, konta korte chash?' Rini r raag ta ekhon o komeni bojha jachche.
'O sob kotha aaj thak..' Nitu bollo.
'Keno thakbe? Sobar name ja ta kotha bolbe ar amra mene nebo?' Rini khyak khyak kore uthlo.
'Korle dosh na, bolle i dosh?' Piu heshe bollo.

Piu ke haste dekhe Rini aro rege gelo.
Whiskey ta puro ta golay dhele bollo,'Jhere kash na,Saali...'
Nitu bole uthlo,'Thanksgiving day te abar jhogra korar ki dorkar?'
'Jhogra na, amar jana dorkar....'Rini bole uthlo.
'Etodin jokhon janish ni, ekhon ar jene labh ta ki?' Piu bollo.
'Piu, tui tham ebare....Onek baje kotha bole jachchish asha theke...' Mila ebare ektu rege uthlo.
'Tui chup kor, amar bor take to nake dori diye nachachchish....beshi bok bok korish na...' Piu aro khepe giye gelashe mod dhallo.
'Ami nachachchi?Je nachar, emnite i nache..nachate hoy na..' Mila o rege giye bollo.
'Sarakhkhon figure dekhiye , ghare r opor uthe cigerrette khele, kon chhele nachbe na?' Piu r mukh chokh lal hoye utheche...
'Figure nei, tai dekhate parish na...Gym e giye ektu kosto korle i parish..Dekhbi tui o parbi nachate...' Mila ar ekta cigerette dhoralo.
'Tor moto oto niche namte ami parbo na...' Piu , Mila r kach theke i ar ekta cigerette chailo.
'Tai naki?Biye ta tahole korli ki kore?'..cigerette ta diye Mila bollo.
'Baje kotha bolish na...Shomeek i amake biyer prostab ta diyechhilo...' Piu dhonya chhere bollo.
'Tahole, alada ghore sush keno?'Majh khan theke Rini abar phoron katlo.
Rini r phoron sune Piu aro khepe giye bollo,'Tor bor ke jiggesh kor Saali, Nitur jomoj bachcha duto kar?'

Rini agun chokhe Nitur dike takiye ache...
Mila tai dekhe bhoy peye kotha ghorabar chesta korte chailo..bollo,'Let's not talk about this...'
'Keno noy?Ami sunte chai..' Rini dante dant chepe bollo..
'Piu baje kotha bolche...'Kothata bole, Mila ranna ghorer dike gelo, aro khabar ante.
'Baje kotha ei matro tui bolli amake..'Piu aj khub i uttejito mone holo...

Mila ghure takiye bollo,'Seta tor bor kei jiggesh korish...'
'Amar bor na tor nagor?' Piu rage phunsche..
'Mila r konoi dosh nei' Rini amta amta kore bollo.
'Tui janli ki kore? Dekhish na dujoner koto bhab? Piu pray chitkar kore jiggesh korlo Rini ke...
'She to tor biye r onek age theke i.....' Rini aro kichu bolte jachchilo, Mila i dhomok dilo...'Aah, Rini, ki hochche ki?'

Mila ranna ghore jaouyate golper iti porlo...

Kichhukhkhon bade sobai ranna ghore joro holo abar.

Je jar khabar bar kore table e sajate laglo...

'Oh hya, Neil phone korechhilo sokale amake' ..Mila , Mithuke bollo..
'Toke?hothath?' Rini jiggesh korlo.
'Kotha ta sunlei abar batash gorom hobe bhebe , Mila chup kore kajer bhan korte laglo.
Mone mone bhablo,e somoye, e kotha ta na bollei hoto...

Chup kore ache dekhe Nitu jiggesh korlo,'Ki bollo Neil?'

'O ashte bhorsha pachchena ekhane, jodi scene create hoy..' Mila amta amta kore bolei bhablo, abar o chale bhul.

'Kiser scene?' Nitu kotmot chokhe Milar dike cheye ache...

Rini taratari bole uthlo,'Or secretary ke niye jodi kichhu bolish...'

'Tokeo phone korechhilo?'Rini ke proshno ebar Nitur...

'Keno tui amar bor er sathe ku-kormo korte parish, ar amay phone korlei dosh?' Rini jhanjhiye uthlo..

Kothata abar onno dike ghure gelo dekhe Mila taratari bole uthlo, 'College er kotha baad de na ekhon...'

'College er kotha i to amra aj sunte chai....Tui i na Shomeek ke katiye diye USA chole esechhili? Ekhon abar or gaye porchhish keno?' Abar Piu Mila ke attack korlo.

Mila begotik dekhe bollo,'Hya, korechhi besh korechhi, He was not my type'

'Kon type tor pochondo?Jamakaporer moton to boyfriend paltash regularly..' Piu abar chitkar kore uthlo.

'Jeta janish na, seta niye kotha bolte jash na Piu...' Rini kotha bolte jachche dekhe, Mila jor kore Rinir mukh bondho korlo, mukhe hath chapa diye...

Hath soriye Rini bollo,'Keno, tor sacrifice er kotha keno janabi na Piu ke?' bolei Rini kandte suru korlo hothath.
Rini ke kandte dekhe Piu uthe Mila r hath dhore bollo,'Shomeek ke tui miththye kotha bolechhili tobe?'
'Ki kotha, kober kotha , amar mone o nei otosob...Bhule ja Piu..'Milar chokhe jol eshe gelo...
'Na, na tui bol...Keno Shomeek ke tui reject korechhili college e? Amar jonno?'Piu o kandte laglo....
'Areh, na na...Dhur pagli..se sob kobekar kotha!!Osob mone rakhte ache naki?' Mila Piu ke joriye dhore bollo.
Mila Piu ke Joriye dhore kandche dekhe, Nitu eshe Rini r kache hantu gere bollo,'Amay khoma kore dish Rini..Ja hoyeche, sob biye r agei...ami ar...'

Kotha sesh hobar age i baire calling bell er awaj holo...

'Bor era sob eshe geche bodhhoy, chol khabar gorom kori....' Bole Mila bairer dorja khulte gelo..

....Copyright @Manidipa

Red Butterfly

Shei Dustu Projapoti ta…
Bengali Short Story By Manidipa Bhattacharya
11/15/2011
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Ranjan:Kemon Achho?

Deepa:Fast-o-celas.

Ranjan:Ek i rokom acho ekhon o?Boyosh bare na tomar?

Deepa:Ke bollo bare na? porer bochhor ‘ordho shoto barshiki’ palon korbo ami….

Ranjan:Dekhe to mone hochche na….Ekhon to teenager er saj….

Deepa:Teenager thaka kalin tumi amay chinte na, ekhon o cheno na….majhkhane kota

bochor sudhu chinecchhile ..hoyto..kintu…Chenoni kichhui bojha jachche….

Ranjan:Tumi ki amay chinechhile?

Deepa:Na….

Ranjan:Chenar chestai koroni hoyto..

Deepa:Hoyto…Sobai tai bole….

Ranjan: Ki bole?

Deepa:Ei jemon, ‘tumi amay bujhle na, bojhar chesta koroni’….Anyway, e kotha bolar jonno ki dakle.., eto bochhor por?

Ranjan:Tumii to suru korle baje kotha…

Deepa: Ami sob somoy baje kotha boli, tai na?.

Ranjan:Bolo i to…

Deepa : Thik ache ebar bolo keno hothath ?

Ranjan : Keno notun millionaire peye ar amar sathe kotha bolte ichche korchhe na ?

Deepa :Ki kora jabe ? Tomake biyer propose korlam, katiye dile….

Ranjan :Tomake ?Biye ?Pagol na petkharap ?

Deepa:Tahole abar notun bondhu jotano te oto rag kiser?

Ranjan:Rag to onek i korechhi, tumi se gulo dekhte paoni..Ashole nije r oporei rege achhi..…..

Deepa: Rag kora bhalo , tate nijeke chhena jay….Onnerao chinte pare…Tokhon i ashol chhehara ta manusher prokash pay..Na hole to sobai mukhosher arale thake..

Ranjan: Kabbo ta bhaloi paro..

Deepa: O hya, lekhika manush to, lekhay kabbi ta khole bhalo tai.

Ranjan:Ajkal to onek i famous tumi…Pray i tomar lekha pori…Tomar famous hobar ichche ta poorno holo tahole.

Deepa: Hingshe hochche?

Ranjan: Na, tumi ja chheyechhile, seta hote perechho…Ami seta dite partam na…..

Deepa: Ki peyechhi, Ki cheyechhilam, ami janina…

Ranjan:Fame cheyechhile…Ar karur byatha ta dekhte paroni tai...

Deepa: Byatha? Ta hobe hoyto…Amar byatha ta ki keu bojhar chesta korechhilo?

Ranjan: Tomar mone byatha, bhalobasha, sacrifice , e kotha gulo lekha ache naki?

Deepa:Hya, ta thik, tumi i amay hoyto thik thak chhinechho…

Ranjan:Tomake chena.. …

Deepa: Thamle keno?…

Ranjan:Purono kashundi ghete ar labh to kichhu nei…Anyway, bolo…ki khabe?

Deepa: Ekta coffee nebo khali..

Ranjan: Ami ekta sandwich nebo…saradine khaouya hoyni…

Deepa: Barite khabar banabar lok to achei jokhon, tokhon khao ni keno?

Ranjan: Barir khabar ami konodini khete bhalobashina tumi jano..

Deepa: Ami to banatam na, tai khete na…ekhon jokhon…..

Ranjan: Osob kotha thak…bhalo lagchhe na.

Deepa: Tahole ki kotha bolbo?….

Ranjan: Tomar kotha bolo shuni….Sunlam siggir biye korchho..

Deepa: Hobe hoyto..

Ranjan: Mane?

Deepa: Kichhu na….

Ranjan: Date ta kobe?

Deepa: Agami mashe…Tomar to biye r pray du bochhor hote chhollo , tai na?

Ranjan: Hunn…

Deepa: Bachcha kachcha?.

Ranjan: Hote chholeche….

Deepa: Amii o to cheyechhilam….

Ranjan: Tokhon byapar ta onno rokom chhilo…….

Deepa: Ar ekhon sob palte gelo bujhi..?

Ranjan: Somoyer sathe sob kichhui paltay…

Deepa: Tumi onno rokom hoye gecho….

Ranjan: Tumio…Age sob somoy saree porte, boro tip dite , ar ekhon Jeans T-Shirt…

Deepa: Midlife crisis!!

Ranjan: Chharo to, phaltu kotha…Eto change keno Deepa?

Deepa: Preme porle omon i hoy….

Ranjan: Ager ta ki prem chhilo na?

Deepa:Ager ta? Bhalo bolechho….

Ranjan: Golpo ta ejonnoi bhalo lekho tumi…Ta, likhte giye onno nam nite holo keno Sikha Mitra r?

Deepa: Sikha tomar bou er nam, tai bhablam ektu jalai….

Ranjan: Abar or kotha tulchho keno?….

Deepa: Tumii to jiggesh korle….

Ranjan: Amader kotha niye golpo likhle keno? Ar kono golpo chhilona?

Deepa: Bah re, ami janbo ki kore chhepe debe potrikay?

Ranjan:Aha…pathiyechhilo ke?

Deepa:Ami i…Golpo ta eto hit hoye jabe bujhini..

Ranjan:Karur personal life ke public korte ektuo badhlo na tomar?

Deepa: Ami to amar jiboni likhchhilam….Ja sotti tai…Keu jodi na chay tahole age bhaba uchit chhilo.

Ranjan:Ki bhaba uchit chhilo shuni?

Deepa:Prem korar somoy bhabte parte….

Ranjan:Tomar sathe kotha bola o batulota….

Deepa : Opriyo sotti kotha, batulota bole bhrom hoy….Sotti kintu miththye hoyna…

Ranjan:Acting ta chhoto bela theke i sikhechhile?

Deepa: Sikhini, Natural….Koto prize peyechhilam.

Ranjan: Nayika hole na keno? Nam korte….

Deepa: Ma je korte dilo na…bollo porasuna koro…

Ranjan : Porashona tao korle parte, ektu ruchi gyan ta barto….

Deepa :Kuruchi na Suruchi ?

Ranjan : Mod na kheyei matlamo korchho dekhi..

Deepa: Matal tomar jonno je…Dhonno Ami Dhonno je…Manna De r ekta gan ache na? Ekhane mod paouya jay? .....Waiter…

Ranjan: Ar mod khete hobe na…cholo otho….Ekhane anatai bhul hoyechhilo.

Deepa: Ekhanei amra prothom din esechilam, tomar mone ache Ron?

Ranjan: Kotodin bade ei name dakle tumi …

Deepa: Amay tumi miss koro?

Ranjan: Kori hoyto….

Deepa:Tahole abar biye korle keno?

Ranjan: Eka eka thaka jayna bole….

Deepa: Sikha ke biye na kore amake korle parte…..

Ranjan: Sombhob hole kortam, hoyto….

Deepa: Oshombhob chhilo keno?

Ranjan: Oshombhob kichhu na, tomake dukhkho dite chaini.

Deepa: Dukhkho to ekhon o dichcho..tobe?

Ranjan:Aste aste ekdin bhule jabe….

Deepa: Tumi bhulechho?

Ranjan: Bhola ki otoi sohoj Pagli?

Deepa: Kotodin bade ei name dakle tumi.

Ranjan: Kotodin? Khub beshi hole dui bochhor.

Deepa: Dui bochhore sob palte jay?

Ranjan:Ek dinei sob paltay.

Deepa:Tumi to paltao ni.

Ranjan:Bhuri ar taak ta dekhte pachcho?

Deepa: Taak thaklei taka ashe.

Ranjan: Mundu…Otho…

Deepa: ‘Priyo jai jai bolo na…’

Ranjan: Aje baje dhoper golpo na likhe gan ta korle parte.

Deepa: Ki partam ar ki partam na, jiboner hiseb guliye geche.

Ranjan: Jiboner abar hiseb hoy naki? Hiseb hoy onker khatay….

Deepa: ‘Jibone ki pabona, bhulechhi shhe bhabona, samne ja dekhi janina seki, ashol ki nokol shona’.

Ranjan: Thik tai….Bhebe labh nei, ja ashbe, jemon bhabe ashbe, accept kore neouyatai budhdhimaner kaj….Otho ebar…Kal sokale plane dhorar ache.

Deepa: Tomar garita kothay park korecho?

Ranjan:Samne dekheo chinchho na….

Deepa: Shei Laal garita ekhon o?

Ranjan: Tumii na bolecchhile, bikri na korte?

Deepa: Shei lal golap ta kothay?

Ranjan: Jekhane chhilo sekhanei ache…

Deepa: Shei lal chop chop projapotita ki kokhon o ar eshechhilo?

Ranjan:Projapoti ki ar phire ashe kokhon o?

Deepa: Esechhilo hoyto tumi chinte paroni….Bhebechho onno projapoti ota.

Ranjan: Phire elei ar ki, projapoti ta to urei chhole jabe.

Deepa: Shei holde phul tar kache ure chhole geche, tai na?

Ranjan: Setai to bhalo…na hole projapotita dom atke morei jeto….

Deepa:Keno, more jeto keno? Dekhchhile na lal chhop chhop projapoti ta je, lal golap ta ke koto kotha bolchhilo?.

Ranjan: Dur boka, Majhkhane je ekta kancher deouyal chhilo!!

Deepa: Ora keu karur kotha sunte pachchilo na?

Ranjan: Pachchilo…kintu…..

Deepa: Nischhoi oi dustu holde phul ta daklo projapoti ta ke…..

Ranjan :Holde phul ta dustu na, Projapoti ta dustu chhilo …

Deepa : Ar golap ta ?

Ranjan : Golap ta to kende kende sukiye more i gelo

Deepa: Ei jah!

Ranjan: Ki holo?

Deepa: Kichhu na, kal bhore press conference, ekta call korar kotha bhulei gechhi…..

Ranjan: Eto baje golpo ki kore je puroshkar pay!!

Deepa: Golpo ta baje na….Lekhika baje kore likheche tai baje…..

Ranjan:Whatever…Jao, garite otho, pouche dei.

Deepa:Na thak…Ei garite ar uthbo na…..

Ranjan: Na ki keu pickup korte ashbe?

Deepa: Ta ashbe…eshe geche, text korchhilo….

Ranjan: Tahole jao…egiye debo?

Deepa: Na, ei to kachhei garita dariye, dekhte pachchi…..

Ranjan:Erokom buro lokke pochhondo hoy?

Deepa:Jeta pochhondo hoy, seta onno loke niye ney….Etai bhalo.

Ranjan: Dhore rakhte chaile kintu dhore rakha jay.

Deepa: Na jayna…..Dekhle na projpoti ta kemon ure chhole gelo?

Ranjan: Jao ekhon….Burota dakchhe tomay.

Deepa: Bhalobashe amay khub….

Ranjan: Tai?

Deepa: Keno?

Ranjan: Kichhu na…Ar tumi?

Deepa: Tomar jene labh?

Ranjan: Labh lokshan er khata khule boshini kokhon o.

Deepa: Bosho, konodin somoy kore…Ami gelam….

Ranjan: Ekta kotha jiggsh korte pari?

Deepa: Na

Ranjan: Keno na?

Deepa: Ami proshner uttor dite chaina bole...

Ranjan: Uttor dite hobe na…

Deepa: Ami jani tomar proshno ta ki….

Ranjan:Achcha shuni tobe…

Deepa: Projapotita keno esechhilo tobe golap tar kache ?

Deepar mukher dike takiye kichhukhkhon, Ranjan aste aste garir dike pa baralo….



Copyright…@ Manidipa

Dark Clouds

Megher Pore Megh..
Bengali Short Sory By Manidipa Bhattacharya
11/17/2011
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Kalo akasher dike takiye thakte thakte mone holo jhor ashbe.
Taratari dorja janlaa bondho korte hobe bhalo Mimi.
Nah...
America te kono janla dorja khola thake na.
Sob kichu kemon bondho bondho, dom atkano.
Biyer por America te thakte parbe, eta bhebe ki je bhalo lagto.
Biyer aager kotha..
Ekhon?
Dom atke ashe...
na lokjoner dekha paouya jay, na kotha bola jay.
Weekend e er or tar bari..meki hasi, wine er glass...osojhjho!!

Kal amar Belar barir party....Ek i coversation hobe, Mimi jane...Chokh bondho kore aure jete pare o ekhon..
Bela: 'Goyna ta notun koriye anle naki?'
Lilydi:'Na na, eta to shei bochor satek ager kora..tomake dekhiyechhilam...kichu mone rakhte paro na tumi..'
Bela:'Tomar eto goyna Lilydi, sob i notun i lage..'
Lilydi:'Ebarer Sabyasachi r saree ta jeta kinlam dekhechhish?'
Bela:'Hya, ki daroon dekhte tai na?'
Lilydi:'Ta dam ta ja nilo na gola kete...'
Bela:'Ajkal obishshi nokol onek beriyeche..'
Lilydi:'Ashol ar nokol bojhar khomota sobar ki ar thake?Jader ache tarai bojhe..'

Er por i Mimi sunte pabe Belar kotha...Mimike i bolbe..

Bela: 'Ki gaiyan saj...Sabyasachhi na chhai...Haowrah r hut theke kinechhe..'...

Mimir kono goyna saree dekhanor nei...

Baba chhilo chha posha kerani, Ma chilo grihobodhu...

Dhar dena kore Mimir biye holo Shyamol er sathe.
Americay thake bor, ei anondei sobai allade atkhana...

Mimir o bhaloi lagto sunte.
America America America....

'Ki anondo ki anondo ki anondo!!!
Diba ratri nache mukhti nache bondho!!!'

Bondho janala gulo r dike takiye kanna pelo Mimir.

Mimi lokhkho kore dekheche, keu i or kotha sunte chayna ar.

Ma Baba Didi Dada biye diyei khalash.
Ora sunte chay Mimi bhalo ache..

Keno bhalo nei tumi Mimi?

Kiser dukhkho?

Bor tomay bhalobashe na?
Gainya bole?
Dress sense nei?
Baki bandhobider moton smart na tumi?

Eto to bandhobi Shyamol tomar, tader ke biye korle na keno?

Mimike biye korlo keno Shyamol tobe?
 Mimir sathe ek ghore shoy na...
Mimi ranna korle kheye dekhe na..
Mimi sajle bhalo o bole na...
Mimi bujhe uthte parena, dosh ta kothay Mimir..

Mimi r khub eka lage..

Chhute chole jete ichche kore agekar jibone..
Jekhane thakbe khali Sumit ar oder priyo lal khata ta...

Sumit er kotha bhebe aro kanna pete laglo Mimir.

Sumit ekhon ar or sathe kothao bolte chay na..

Phone korle o dhore na...

Sobai kemon oke por kore dilo mone hoy Mimir...

Kandte kandte Sumit er kotha bhabte boshlo...

Chhutir dine Sumit Mimi chole jeto onek dure..

Oder ekta Lala Khhata chhilo.

Lal khatay lekha thakto tader kobita r kotha...

Sumit er chule bili katto Mimi, ar Sumit likhei jeto..

Ekta, duto, tinte, erokom koto gulo lal khata chhilo oder..

Kothay je gelo khatagulo...

Sumit ke biyer kotha bollei Sumit bolto:

'Ba re amar to chakri i nei...Babar ekta press er dokane boshi, tai diye ki khaouyabo'

Mimi bolto: 'Duto dal bhath o dite parbe na?..'

Sumit likhte likhte bolto,'Dal bhath dite ki amar mon bhorto Mimi?'

Ping ping kore phone bajhchhe...

E somoy Belar phone ashe protidin.

Mimi na thakle Shila Boudi eshe Shyamol er sathe thake, erokom nana prokar khobor dey Bela oke...

Mimi kichhu bole na, sunei jay ....

Kake bolbe? Shyamol to kothai bole na.

Nah... aj Belar phone na... Shila Boudi r bor, Mahmood bhai er phone.

Mahmood bhai,majhe sajhe dukhkher kotha bolte phone koren..

Mahmood ke bhai dake keno ke jane...Sobai dake..

Mahmood Bhai er phone ta dhorlo Mimi...

'Hello, Mahmood bhai, bolun, ki holo? Sokale phone?'Mimi bollo

'Ki ar hoibo, bou er seba kori...' Mahmood bhai er uttor..

'Keno Shila Boudi r ki holo?'Mimi jiggesh korlo..

'Shila Boudi kisu hoy nai...mane hoise...Hoisilo..poira gesilo...Okhon daktarer kase gesen..'Mahmood Bhai bollen.

'Oh, apni barite?' Mimi obak holo..

'Ho, Shilar polare samlai..' Mahmood bollo..

Mahmood bachchatake Shilar pola bole, nijer Chele bole na..or dharona bachchata Shyamol er...

Mimi jiggesh korte na chaileo korlo,'Ke niye gelo?'

'Kyan, tomar jamai..' Mahmood Ubacho

Jamai mane Shyamol....

Shyamol Shila boudike hospital niye gelo, Mimi jante parlo na...Bolar proyojon mone kore na Shyamol.

'Oh' bole Mimi chup kore ache dekhe Mahmood bollo,'Ami to zani tumi zanbana kisu tai zanailam..'

'Achcha Mahmood bhai, apni bangal bhashay kotha bolen keno?'Mimi jiggesh korlo..

'Na koile ki korta?' Mahmood jiggesh korlo.

'Prem kortam'...Mimi haste haste bollo..

'Bangal bhasha koile prem koron zay na?'Mahmood ha ha kore hese bollo..

'Hya jay, kintu....'Mimi bollo..

'Free thakle, cholo ghurte jete pari...'Mahmood bollo..

'Bachchata?'Mimi kintu kintu korlo..

'Sheita somoshsha , aj to babysitter er kamai..tumi chole esho, eksathe ranna kore khai..'Mahmood bollo..

'Romantic long drive chhere, rannaghore?' Mimi haslo..

'Are, amar ranna tei tumi preme porbe...'Mimi lokhkho korlo Mahmood ar bangal bhasha bolche na...

'Kintu Shila Boudi ashle...'Mimi kintu kintu korlo...

'Tumi dekho, jorajurir byapar nai..Ami randhte gelam...Dorja kholai Rakhbo' Bole phone ta rekhe dilo Mahmood.

Mimir kemon ektu bhoy bhoy korte laglo...Jaouya ki uchit na onuchit eisob bhabte bhabte Computer er samne boshlo....
Computer ta Shyamol i beshi use kore....
Shyamol er email account ta khola chhilo.....
Chokh pore gelo Shyamol ar Shila Boudir email er kothopokothoner...
Pore i mejaj ta kemon jhanjhiye uthlo Mimir....
Jama change kore ekta sundor saree pore Mahmood Bhai er bari rouya holo...

Dorja to kholai chhilo..
Oke dekhhe i Mahmood ek gal hashi heshe bollo, 'Rag kore eto saj?'
Shune aroi matha ta gelo gorom hoye Mimir..

Ki bhablo oke Mahmood?
Seje guje potate esheche Mahmood ke?
Bolte ichche korlo, 'Ami Shyamol ke jealous feel korate chai..'

Kichhu bolte holo na, Mahmood i bollo,' Kono labh nai..'

Mimi obak hoye bollo,'Keno?I mean, mane?'

Mahmood bollo,' Mane ta sohoj, tumi ja chao ta hoibo na..'

Mimir kan lal hoye uthlo. Mone holo ekhkhuni beriye jay..

Mimi ektu rege i bole uthlo, 'TTumi ja bhabchho ta kintu noy..'

Mahmood hese bollo,' Tumi just chay jeno Shyamol er chokh ta jeno tomar dike i thake, tai to?'

 Jak, Mahmood er guess ta thik i tahole, bhebe Mimir ektu aram holo...

Bollo,'Ami ki khub kharap dekhte?'

Mahmood bollo,'Na, tumi khub i sundori..Bou hobar sob element i tomar acjhe kintu...'

Mimi bollo,'Kintu? Ki?'

Mahmood bollo,'Tomar shobhab ta...'

Mimi antke uthe bollo,'Amar shobhab kharap?'

Mahmood Bollo,'Shobhab bhalo, setai problem..'

Mimi obak hoye bollo,'Setai Shyamol er problem?'

Mahmood haste haste mach bhaja egiye dilo or samne...

Bollo,'Tomar bor er bodhhoy bhalo jinishe allergy ache....'

Mimi mach bhaja tariye tariye khete laglo ek mone..

Mahmood bollo,'Kichu bolo na je?'

Mimi bollo,'Ar ekta hobe? Boddo bhalo khete'

Mahmood haslo, bollo 'Amar bou er o bhalo jinishe allergy...Esob pochondo na..'

Bole, ar ek piece mach bhaja diye, nijeo boshlo khete...

'Mahmood Bhai, Mach bhaja dilen ar gorom coffee na dile chole sathe?'..Coffee khabar jonno Mimir pran ta akul holo...

'Darao, bhalo wine ber kori er sathe...White Wine..' Mahmood uthlo..

'Na, Wine khete bhalo na..' Mimi apotti janay.

'Californiay thako ar Wine khaite chao na?Ekbar taste korei dekho...' Mahmood wine glass ene, tate white wine dhele dilo...

Ek dhonk kheye i bomi eshe gelo Mimir.Bichchiri kemon khete...

Dhok dhok kore onekta kheye phello..

Mahmood or wime khaoya dekhe haste laglo..

Bollo,'Orokom kore wine khay keu?'

Mimi bollo,'Bichchiri khete..'

Kotha bolte giye deklo ektu kotha joriye ashche....Jhim marar moton o ektu lagche...

Byapar ta mondo noy.....

Mimi abar chailo...

Mahmood olpo dite dite bollo,'Sabdhane khao...olpo olpo kore...'

Abar Mimi golay dhallo purotai....

Aro chaite i Mahmood badha dilo...

Bollo ,'Na...Ar deouya jabe na tomay....Er pore sorir kharap lagbe...'

Mimir tokhon nesha choreche...bollo,'Ah din na ektu....Amar khub bhalo lagche..'

Mahmood bollo,'Tomake coffee khaouyale i bhalo chhilo, eto bipode phelbe dekhchhi..'

'Bipod kiser, Mahmood Bhai..?Amar to khub khushi lagche...Ekta gan gai?' Mahmood er uttorer opekhkha na kore i Mimi gaite suru korlo...

'Aha tomar songe praner khela...'

Mahmood Wine khete khete Janlar dhare chole giye, bairer drishsho dekhte laglo...

Mahmood er barita egarotolay...Khub sundor drishsho dekha jay....

Mimi gan sesh kore, pechhon theke Mahmood ke joriye dhorlo..

Mahmood hokchokiye gele o, kichhukhkhon obhabe roilo...Tarpor alto kore oke chhariye dilo....

Mimi rege uthlo..Mahmood er hath dhore bollo,'Keno?'

Mahmood kono kotha na bole or dike takiye hashlo....

Hather bandhon alga korte korle bollo,' Ta hoyna...'

'Keno, apnar bou to dibbi korche..Amar bor o..Amader badha kothay?' Mimi abar jhanjhiye uthlo.....

Mahmood nijer glass e wine dhalte dhalte bollo,'Tahole or ar tomar modhdhe tofat kothay?'

'Apni ki kore sob mene nen bolun to?'Mimi sofay giye boshlo...

'O o to amake mene niyeche...Ami keno nebo na?' Mahmood bollo.

'Apnake mene niyeche mane?' Mimi obak hoye jiggesh korlo..

Mahmood or jiboner golpo bolte suru korlo.

'Shila chhilo onek boroloker meye. Barir omote amake biye kore sob chhere chhure ek kapore beriye ashe amar sathe...Ami to oke kichhui sukh dite parini..Or to bhalo biye hote parto....Emon ki bachcha o...'

'Thamlen keno?Bachcha o...mane?' Mimi r chokhe koutuhol....

'Na thak....'Mahmood matha nichu kore boshe roilo...

'Bolun na amake....theme gelen keno?' Mimi odhorjyo hoye uthlo....

'Bolle tumi sojhjho korte parbe na..' Mahmood aste aste bollo....

'Ami parbo na? Ki emon kotha?' Mimi Mahmood er kache giye or hath dhore bollo, 'Bolun Mahmood bhai, amar jana dorkar..'

'Ki hobe jene , bhaloi to acho..' Mahmood er chokhe jol..

'Bhalo to ami nei Mahmood Bhai.Apni to janen...' Mimi hothath kandte suru korlo...

'Kendo na...Tumi e biye ta korle keno Mimi?' Mahmood proshno korlo...

'Ami ki kore janbo?Apni to amake janale parten ekbar..' Mimi kende kende bollo...

'Tomar ma ke to ekta chhiti te janiyechhilam se kotha...'Mahmood obak hoye takalo Mimir dike...

'Amar ma ke? Koi na to?' Mimi kanna bhule Mahmood der dite takalo...

'Jak, ja hobar ta hoyeche...Ekhon bhebe labh ki?' Mahmood abar uthe wine dhallo...

Mimi Mahmood er poth atkalo...'Ki kotha, Aj apnake bolte i hobe..'

'Jene kichu labh hobe na....Kosto barbe boi kkombe na..' Mahmood or pash katiye janlay daralo...

'Thik ache, ami chole jachchi...Ar ashbo na hoyto....'Mimi bag hathe niye pa baralo dorjar dike...



'Ekhon o somoy ache Mimi...Jodi paro, nijer jibon ta banchabar chesta korte paro ...' Kotha ta bole Mahmood dorjar kache egiye dite ashlo...

'Chesta kore dekhbo.....' Mahmood er dike na takiye i Mimi siri diye aste aste namte namte bollo....

Copyright..@Manidipa

Wedding Bell

Biyer Shanai
Bengali Short Story
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
9/6/2011
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Akash ta kemon mukh bhar kore achhe sokal theke.
‘Keno?Aaj to amar biye, anonder din, koto lok eseche barite, tobe tumi keno eto udash?’, Akash take jigeesh korlo Munia.

Shune akash ta ha ha kore hashlo khanik ta. Heshei chup kore boshe thaklo.
Bujhi ba ektu Sujji mama take o dekha gelo ei phanke.

Eto dustu na akash ta, Sujjo take o dheke rekhechhe….

’O ke to dekhte dao…!’ abar Munia akash ta ke bollo.

Kono kotha bolche na dekhe Munia bhari rege gelo akash tar opor…

Koto lok barite…Gom gom korchhe. Gaye holder Totto ashbe ektu pore…Gaye holud ashbe…Koto kaj…Saj goj adda…Er modhdhe mukh hari kore rakhle chholbe?

‘Bolo na go tumi eto dukhi keno? Amar moteo bhalo lagche na..’ Munia r chhokhe jol eshe gelo…

‘Oma, dekho dekhi meyer kando, ei subho dine chokhe jol ante ache? Biye r por to sobai kei sosur bari jete hoy re…!! Chol chol dekhbi chol ke eseche..!!’ Chhotomashir r kache dhora pore jete Munia ektu lojja pelo…
Chhoto mashi kotha gulo bole I hath dhore hir hir kore tante tante bairer ghore niye elo.

Ke eseche kotha ta jiggesh korao holo na Muniar, samnei Rajat ke dekhe ektu thotomoto kheye gelo…
Samner chair e Rajat bosha, pashe sofay Pishe moshai, Mejo Jyatha, Baba, Sonada, Dada bhai…Sobai golpo korche.
Munia ke aste dekhe Baba chair theke uthe dariye bollo, ‘Rajat ke ghore niye ge boshao…Onek dur theke esechhe..’ Bole Baba chhole gelo..
Dada bhai kichhu bolar age Chhotomashi Chulbul koreuthlo,’Hya bhai, esho esho, ghore Cholo…tomar Americar golpo sunbo..’

Dada bhai Rajat er suitcase ta hath dite jachhcilo, Rajat I mana korlo..Bollo,’Na na, ami bhetore jabo na….Rastay barita porlo, tai namlam, ami Hotel book kore esechhi..’

Boro Jyatha bollo,’Hotel e uthbe? She ki kotha? Amader bari thakte? Na na se hobe na…’

Rajat amta amta kore kichu bolar agei Dada bhai or suitcase niye Muniar ghorer dike royna holo…
Pechhon pechhon Chotomashi Rajat er hath dhore tanatani kore oke niye jete laglo opore…

Munia o oder pechhone rouna holo..

Aar chhokhe akash ta r dike takalo ragi ragi chhokh kore. Er modhdhe eke na anle I cholchhilo na?

Akash ta phik kore haslo.

Dekhe Muniar aro ga jole gelo.

Dadabhai suitcase ta ghore rekhe bollo,’Munni r ghorei apatoto bosho, cha fa khao….Adda maro…Pore abar ashchi..’ Bole I dadabhai haouya.

Munia Rajat ke bollo,’Bosho, tomar ar jaouyar upay nei…’

Kothata sune Rajat boshar jayga khujte laglo…
Khater opor rajjer jinish chhorano chitano…

Saree, Goyna, Saj gojer jinish….Chair gulo o bhorti…Lep kombol kantha balish….

Muniar khub hashi pelo….

Chhotomashi taratari kore jinish potro soriye khater ek pashe Rajat er boshar byabostha kore dilo….

Rajat khub I embarrassed bodh korche bojha jachche….

Chhotomashi jiggesh korlo,’Cha khabe? Na ki ajkal Americay coffee khao?’

Americay gele coffee keno khete hobe Munia thik janena.

Rajat bollo,’Cha cholbe…Dudh chini chara..’

Sunei Chhotomashi paner danth ber kore khik khik kore hashi suru korlo…bollo,’Tar bodole gorom jol niye ashi?’

Rajat hese bollo,’Kichhu na holeo cholbe…eto kosto…’

‘Kosto abar kiser? Biye barite masala cha khao…Tomar americay giye gorom jol kheyo borong…’ Bolei chhotomashi dupdap pa phele beriye gelo….

‘Dudh e amar allergy….’ Kotha ta chhotomashir uddeshshe bolte giye Rajat Muniar dike takiye I bollo…Chotomashi totokhkhone haouya…

‘Jani’ bole ultodiker khater kona dhore Munia daralo….Janla diye akash take dekhte pachche….


‘Bosho..’ kothata bolei Rajat edik odik takalo, kothay Munia boshbe…

Abar chhotomashi dhuke ekta mora rakhlo dhopash kore Rajat er samne..Bollo,’Munni bosh, saradin khashni…..bosh..ami lebu jol pathachchi….’
Bolei beriye gelo, dorja a bondho kore dilo.
Baire khil lagabar awaj o pelo…

Dorja bondho korar ki dorkar porlo Chhotomashir? Ektu oswasti hochche Muniar….

Ja hok, mora ta tene niye janlar pashe I boshlo, jate akash take dekhte pare….

‘Kemon achho?’ Rajat jiggesh korlo…

‘Ekhane esecho keno amake jalate?’ Munia baire r dike takiye bollo.

‘Jalate ashini, dekha korei chole jetam..’ Rajat min min kore bollo.

‘Keno?dekha korar ki dorkar chhilo?’ Munia or dike takalo…

Ki sundor Rajat ke dekhte…Phorsha, Lomba, Choura…’Thik jeno rajputtur…’ Chhotomashi bolto.

‘Dorkar chhilo na…Office er kaje….’ Rajat bolte gelo.

‘Baje kotha rakho..Onek sunechhi….’Muniar matha gorom hochche…

‘Ami chhole jachchi, tumi khushi houni mone hochche..’ Rajat daralo..

‘Dorja baire theke bondho…kothay ar jabe?’ Munia bollo.

‘Oh’, bole Rajat boshlo..Bollo,’janina keno hothath dekhte ichche korlo..’
Ektu theme bollo,’Ekhon mone hochche bhul korechhi…

‘Bhul ta to tumi bochchor khanek age I korechile…Aj ar ki bhul korbe…’ Munia r golay rag…

‘Bhul thik janina…..Ki korte partam janina..ki korechhi setao na…’ Rajat bollo na takiye i…’

‘Drama ta bhalo I korte paro…’ Munia bollo.

‘Drama r ki achhe?’ Rajat takalo.

Munia or mukher dike takiye byanka hese bollo,’ Ek bochhor age onno meyer kache jabar age dekhte ichche koreni? Aaj I korlo tai na?’ Munia r chokh phete jol asche…

‘Thik ta noy….na ashlei bhalo chhilo bujhe parchhi...’ Rajat amta amta korche…

‘Hya, bhalo to chhilo i…..Dosh bochor to har mash jaliyechho, ekhon Biyer dine nyakamo marte esechho keno?’Munia r gola chorche…

‘Tomar eto kharap lagbe bujhte parini..’ Rajat aste aste bollo.

‘Konta bujhte paroni…?Na bole lukiye lukiye ek bochchor dhore prem korle ek joner songe….seta jante parle amar kharap lagte pare, seta bujhte paroni? Na ki , Ami ar ekjon ke biye korte jachchi dekhe tomar kharap lagte pare, seta bujhte paroni…konta ?’ Munia bollo.

‘Lukiye lukiye to kichhu korini…’ Rajat bollo.

‘Bole korechhile?’ Munia bollo.

‘Bolini tar karon proyojon hoyni…’Rajat bollo

‘Proyojon hoyni? Bochor er por bochchor ek jon poekhkhay ache boshe, tomar jonno, take janato na proyojon mone koroni? Muniar chhokh diye jol gorachche.

‘Bah, tumi I bolechhile, tumi ar amar sathe somporko rakhte chao na..’ Rajat bollo…

‘Seto bolechhilam, tomar commitment pai ni bole…Ami to jantam tumi ekai thakte chao…….Lukiye lukie onno meye khujchhile seta to bujhi ni ami…’ Munia bollo.

‘Lukiye lukiye kichu khujini….It just happened….Ek torfa bolte paro..’Rajat bollo…

Muniar mone hochche thash kore ekta chor lagay Rajat er gale.

‘Ek torfa? Kon torofa?Tomar interest I to beshi dekhechhi…’Rage Munia phushche…

‘E sob kotha thak..Dorja ta khola jabe?’Rajat daralo.

‘Keno thakbe keno?Kotha bolte gelei aje baje ojuhath diye chhitke sore giyechho chirokal , ajke bolar chance ache, bolte to hobe i…sunteo hobe tomake..’ Munia bollo.

‘Achcha bolo, ki bolbe..’ Rajat abar boshhlo..

Munia chup kore theke bollo, ‘Amake etota dhonka debe tumi bujhini ami..’

‘Dhonka debar ki ache? We were never together…’ Rajat bollo.


‘Tai naki? Sobai to janto amra together..’ Munia janalo.

‘Se tumi bolechho hoyto..Ami to serokom kono hint dei ni…’Rajat janalo…

‘Ami kichhui bolini..Sarakhkhon amra ek sate thaktam, lokera bhabto..’Munia bollo..

‘Lokera ki bhabto janina, I made myself very clear je amra bondhu…’Rajat bollo.

‘Sudhu bondhu tai na?Sarakhkhon tumi khele kina, bari pochale kina, okane jete parbe kina…e gulo ki chhilo?’ Munia rage ga jole jachche…

‘Bondhutto , chhara abar ki….’ Rajat bollo..

‘Tahole keno bolecchile amake chhara banchbe na?’ Munia bollo…

‘Seta to prothom dike, infatuatuation..’ Rajat bollo.

‘Oh, ami to seta bujhte parini Rajat…Ami to mone korechhilam, biye korle tomake I korbo….Sei kothatai to sotti bhebe boshe chhilam….’ Muniar chokhe joler dhara…

‘Ami to boshe thakte bolini..’Rajat dishehara…

‘Tumi to onek kichhui boloni...Lily r sathe tomar prem chholche, setao to boloni…Boloni je tumi amake chao na..boloni je tumi Onno meye dekhchho….’ Munia chokh muchhe bollo..

‘Lily r sathe amar kichhu nei..’Rajat bollo..

‘Keno nei? O better chhele peye tomake katiye dilo, tai?’ Muniar golay slesher tan.

‘Moteo na, meyeta subidhe noy..Amii baron korechhi’Rajat bollo.

‘ Oh achcha…Mishe dekhle tomar oke poshabe na, tai katale, tai to? Ar jodi poshato? Tahole ki korte? Amake biyer nemontonno korte ase?, na, setao onno loker mukhe suntam?’ Munia bollo.

‘Biyer kotha asche kotha theke?’ Rajat bollo.

‘Kauke bochhor khanek date korle, biyer jonno na?Tobe kiser jonno?’ Munia hashlo.

‘Date korini…’Rajat ki bolbe bujhte parchhe na…

‘Prem korchhile to? Ek I holo..Ebar bolo keno esechhile?’ Munia sojasuji takalo Rajat er dike.


Rajat kichhukhkhon chhup kore theke bollo,’ Biye ta korbei?’

‘Hya’ bole Munia akash tar dike takalo.

‘Khushi thakte parbe?’ Rajat bollo.

‘Tumi jodi Lily r kache khushi thakte paro, ami noy keno?’ Munia bollo.

‘Sara jiboner byapar..’ Rajat kachumachu kore bollo…

‘ Alternative kichu ache naki tomar somadhadhan?’ Munia hashlo or dike takiye…..

Rajat kichhukhkhon or dike takiye, kichhu bolte giyeo bollo na….

Totokhkhone dorja kholar awaj pelo.

Munia dorjar dike jete jete bollo,’Kichhu bolbe?’

Rajat suitcase ta hathe niye bollo,’ Na, kichhu na……’

Copyright @Manidipa

Far Away....

Dure Kothaye
Bengali Short Story
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
8/26/2011
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Sokale uthei Mili bhablo sukhobor ta janay Dipu ke….
Dipu bodhhoy ghum thekeo otheni tokhon…
Phone ta korte ii khyak khyak kore uthlo Dipu…
'Eto bhorbelay phone keno korechho? Kal rate to dertay phirlam party theke'..

Phone korar karon shune aro jole gelo Dipu…
Rager golay bollo,’Ki bolle, Kerala y jachcho de-toxification korabe?Matha Fatha thik ache toh?’

Ajkal Dipu ektutei birokto hoye othe Mili r kothay…Age hole…..
She jak ge she kotha,
Khotang kore rekhe dilo phone ta Mili.
Ei niye cholbe badanubad bohudin bujhlo…

Jokhon Tina r phone ashe, tokhon to rat jege kotha bole Dipu….Ar ami phone korlei birokto… Mone mone Dipu ke galagali dite dite Mili khoborer kagoj ta niye boshlo…

Kagojer dike takiye ache Mili , kintu porche na ekbindu bujhlo o…

Janla diye Lal garita eshe daralo dekhlo barir samne…Dekhe mon ta bhalo hoye uthlo Milir.Robibar sokale Rishir garita expect koreni Mili…

Janla diye mukh baralo Mili…

Isharay Rishi aste bollo Mili ke……Gari niye long drive e jachche bodhhoy Rishi…

Bhaloi holo, rag ta komano jabe Rishir garite ghurte berole….

Jamakapor change kore, kono krome jeans ar T-shirt pore, hathe paurooti niye eshe garite bosholo Mili….

‘Ki byapar ?Kothay jachchi ?’ Mill seat belt lagate lagate bollo…

‘Eto proshno keno?’ Rishi Bollo…

‘Paurooti khabe?’ Mili jiggesh korlo…

‘Paurooti ekta khabar jinish holo?’ Rishi gari chalate chalate bollo…

‘Ki khabar jinish tahole?’

‘Ei je Sunroof khule dilam, batasher haouya khao…prokriti ke enjoy koro…sarakhkhon khai khai keno?’

‘Prokriti dhuye jol khabo?’ Dipu r kothata mone pore gelo….Dipu ar Rishi kotoi na tofat dujoner!!!

Dipu r o nischoy erokom mone hoy!! Tina ar Mili , kotoi na tofat dujoner….!!

Tina, roga Slim, attractive young…sarakhkhon togbog kore phutche….

Mili, ektu golgal ghorouya meye…parle leper tolay ii sarata jibon katiye dey…

Dipu r bhashay, ghorouya meyer requirement nei ajkal chheleder kache…Party,Bondhu Bandhob, Dance,Night Club egulor jug….

Robindrosongeet sekha Milir kache night club er taroshsho chitkare kane tala lage……..
Barite boshe pa po harmonium e gan sunei bodhhoy Dipu paliye bencheche Tinar kache giye….Ki sundor sararat dujone phushur phushur phone e kotha bole, golpo kore…Kore I jay….Ar Milir to Cynderella Syndrome ache….Nota bajlei ghume dhole pore……….She bondhur bari ii hok, ochena party ii hok…nijer bariii hok…Cynderella Syndrome nam ta Rishi ii diyeche…….
Sune Milir khub moja legeche.

Gari thamiye Rishi khabarer dokane dhuklo…
Mili ar namlo na….Ipod chaliye classical gan sunte boshlo…
Dure jeno Holde garita darano dekhte pelo. Dipu ekhane? Eto sokale?
Neme dekhte jabe bhablo, dekhlo Rishi duto coffee niye asche….
Coffee khete gari theke namlo…
Rishi cigerette jalalo…Mili or hath theke niye, ektan marlo…
Coffee ar cigerrette ta bhaloi jay…
Mili kodin porei chain smoker hoye jabe mone hoy.

Age jokhon Dipu kheto tokhon o majhe sajhe cigerette kheto.
Infact chhotobela theke prayi babar,ddar cigerrette churi kore kheto…Churi kore khaouyay ekta odbhut anondo ache…Churi kore sob kichhu koratei anondo ache, Mili bhablo….

‘Tomar bondhu o eseche dekhlam, coffee kinche…’ Rishi bollo Mili ke.

‘Oh,’ bole Mili cigerette e taan marlo..

‘Songe ekjon sundori mohila ache..’ Abar Rishi bollo…

‘Oh..’,bole abar cigerette ar coffee te mon dilo Mili…

‘Purotai to mere dile..' bole Rishi ebare duto Cigerrette dhoriye ekta Mili keo dilo…

Araame sukhtan dite dite dekhlo Dipu egiye ashche oder dike ekaii…

‘Ekhane hothath ?’ Dipu egiye eshe jiggesh korlo…

Cigerrette ta hathe niye Mili Dipr dike takiye bollo,’ Tumi ekhane? Eka ?’

Dipu ki bolbe bujhte parche na....Amta amta korche...Mili or mukhe opr phosh phosh dhounya chharche...Sob miliye besh oswasthikar poribesh...

Byapar dekhe Rishi bollo,’Ekta cigerette cholbe naki ?’

‘Na ami to onekdin agei chhere diyechhi…'Dipu , Rishi ke bolei Milir dike takalo.

'Ajkal cigerrette o khachcho..'? Dipu , Mili ke jiggesh korlo..

'Keno, khaouya uchit na bujhi? Tumi je khete?' Mili Dipur dike takiye bollo.

'She to bohudin age tyag korechhi...Purono diner kotha mone rakhte chaina..' Dipu bollo.

'Notun diner dike takale purono din ke bholai uchit..Tai na bolo?' Mili michki hese bollo..

'Achcha choli, Ja khushi koro..’, bole Dipu ulto dike hanta lagalo….

Mili r chitkar kore aro kichhu bolte ichche korchhilo...Chokh phete kemon jol aste laglo....Tai hothath coffee r glass duto niye phelar jayga khunjte laglo…

Dipu r sathe ebhabe dekha hoye jabe bhabeni Mili.

Ek I shohore jokhon dujon thake, tokhon dekha houyatai swabhabik…
Age konodin dekha hoyni keno?
Ek bochor age o jodi dekhte peto Dipu ebahabe Tinar sathe ghurchhe, tahole ektu bhalo hoto Milir.
Tina Dipu r ei somporker khobor ta sompurno ojana chhilo Milir.
Pore loker mukhe khobor choralo jokhon, tokhon jante parlo...
Bochor khanek dhore Dipu ar Tina r prem cholche...

‘Eto kotha bolte tumi Dipu,ar eta jante dile na?’..Milir gola dhore elo kemon..Du phonta chokher joltao lukano gelona….Rishi tissue paper ta egiye dilo.

‘Na bolte i ki tumi sob bujhe jao, Rishi ?’ kotha ta bolte giye o bollo na Mili.

Kichhudin agei hothath i ekdin Rishir sathe alap hoy Milir...
Ki kore jeno, Mili bhabar chesta korlo...

Tina ar Dipu ke eksathe jedin dekhlo, sedin probably..
Hya, sedin i...

Tar age, besh kichhudin dhorei, onek bondhu bandhob rai Mili ke eshe bolto, Dipu ki Tina ke biye koreche?

Mili to shune obak...Dipu, Rishi , Mili, era sobai single again...Tai bole biye?Tao Milike lukiye?

Milir biswas hoyni.Bhabto Dipu ke o eto beshi chene, Dipu oke sob kothai bole...

Dipu je kichhui bolena seta jante parlo, jokhon Dipu ar Tina ke ekdin goynar dokane dekhlo.

Sedin chhilo valentines day...Chotto duto beral er putul kine Mili opekhkha korchhilo Dipur jonno...

Phone kora sotteo Dipu phone othachchilo na....

Sedin abar Milir bandhobi eshechhilo Milir bari...Or husband ke surprise dite chay...
Shei bandhobir husband sondhe belay Milir bari eshe surprised holo bou ke dekhe...
swami ogotta ki kore? bouke goyna dite jewelery shop e niye gelo..Mili o esechhilo...oder sathe...

Hothath oi dokane Tina ar Dipuke eksathe dekhte pabe bhabeni...

Dekhe, o ar dokane na dhuke gari r kache chhole eshechhilo...

oder Garir pashei lal gari te boshe Rishi cigerrette khachchilo..

Chokher jole bhaste bhaste Mili eshe bolechhilo,'Give me the cigerrette..' bolei hath theke tene niye khete suru korechhilo...

Rishi or kando dekhe ektu thotomoto kheleo, samle niye bolechhilo,'Hi , I am Rishi..'

Mili bolecchhilo,'I don't care..'

Rishi hese bolechhilo, 'Okay, if u wish, u can come with me for dinner here..' bolei Rishi gari theke neme samner italian dokane dhuke gechhilo...

Hothath ki mone hoye Mili o or sathe dinner korte chhole gelo...

Ekhon bhebe dekhte gele , Rishi ke oidin, bhogoban pathiyeche bole Mili mone kore……
Konodin kono kharap byabohar koreni Rishi..
Dujone onek golpo kore..nana bishoye..
kokhon o gyaner kotha, kokhon o baje bhat...
Sedin ba Kokhon o kono proshno koreni Mili ke...

Or sathe thakle mone ekta odbhut shanti ashe Milir.

‘Dur paharer deshe jaouya jay ei garite chore?’Mili chokhta muche bollo.

Kono kotha na bole Rishi hashlo….

Bollo,’Dure kothao gan ta gao na…’

Dure kothay…Dure dure…
Amar mon beray je, ghure ghure….

Je banshite batash kande
Shei banshiti sure sure….

Gaite gaite abar gola dhore elo….chokh diye topash topash jol….

Dhna kore garita niye ekdom samner exit ta niye , ekta spot e garita dar koralo Rishi…

Achomka gari ghorano te, ulot palot khete khete, kono krome dhatosto holo Mili.

Mathata tule baire takiye dekhlo, ei jaygatatei Dipu niye esechhilo Mili ke…photo tulte….Tina keo enechhilo nischoy…..Dekhe kemon ga ta jole utlo Mili r…
Rishir dike takalo.

Rishi dorja khule neme abar cigerette dhoralo…
Mili namtei bollo, kannakati ta ekhanei sere phelo…Sararasta tahole phyanch phyanch sunte hobe na amake.

Kothata sune Milir aro kanna peye gelo,chitkar kore bollo,’Kotota jano tumi amar kotha?’

'Janar dorkar to nei….tobe je jonno ii kando, bhalo kore kende nao…..joto kanna ache, kende halka hoye nao…'

Milir khub ichche korchilo, Rishi r sathe dukhkhota share kore, kintu Rishi sunbe na jane….E kotha se kotha bole onno proshonge chole jabe.

Nijer kothao bishesh Rishi bole na….Mili o jiggesh korena..meyeli koutuhol jodio ache ektu….

Kichu boluk na boluk, Ei muhurte Rishike khub dorkar chilo Milir …Rishi na thakle, Mili hoyto pagol ii hoye jeto.Rishi r sathe thakle o sob kichu bhule thakte pare….Kichukhkhoner jonno holeo.

Rishir dike takiye dekhlo, ekta holde projapoti dhorte Rishi khub byasto hoye poreche…

Rishir chhelemanushi or bhalo lage….

Phik kore hese bollo,’Etake dhore ki hobe?’

‘Tomar mathar holde golap tar sathe biye diye debo..’

‘Oma,mathay holde phul amar?’ Mili obak hoye mathay hath dilo…

‘Thak ota matay ii thak…..bhaloi lagche dekhte ..’Rishi bollo.

Mili thonth ulte bollo, bhalo na Chhai…jeans ar lal T-shirt er opr holde golap..Loke ki bhabche ke jane…’

‘Bhabte dao na………kal holde saree pore kotha gechhile?’ Rishi jiggesh korlo…

‘Ami to jantam tumi proshno koro na..’ Mili bollo…

‘Na, se jonno bolini…holde golap mathay kina..holde saree porechhile nishchoy…’Rishi hese bollo…

‘Hya,porechhilam,?’Mili bollo….

‘Shei kalo chhop chhop holde saree ta?’ Rishi tokhon o projapotati take dhorar chestay byasto mone holo…

‘Tumi ki kore janle?’Mili jiggesh korlo…

‘Ota pore tomay khub bhalo dekhay…’Rishi bollo…
‘Kothay dekhle?’ Milir proshno…

‘Aah,eto proshno keno?’ Rishi or dike na takiyei bollo…

‘Bah, tumii to koto proshno korle…’Mili rag rag mukh korlo……

‘Achcha ar proshno korbo na…’bolei Rishi garite uthlo…

Mili aste aste garite uthe bollo,’Holde projapoti ta ke nebe na ?’

‘Projapoti der ki dhora jay ?Ora to onek dure kothaye hariye jay..’Rishi gari start dilo.

Mili chhol chhol chokhe bollo,’Tahole hole golap tar ki hobe?

‘Projapoti take jor kore dhore anle je or onek kosto hobe…’ Rishi bollo…

Mili kadnte kadte bollo,’Golap tar je kosto hochche….O ki kore eka thakbe?’

‘Rishi janla ta khule diye bollo,’ Oi dekho projapoti ta koto anonde urche…Oke ure jete dao Mili….’

Gari start kore jore gan ta chalye dilo Rishi…

Copyright…@Manidipa

Talking to Me

Nijer Sathe Kotha
Bengali Short Story
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
8/21/2011
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Amar ekta bondhu ache, je naki..

Ho, ho, zani, zani………..

Hya hya jani jani mane?

Zani mane, apner ekta bondhur kotha amra zani…

Amar ekta bondhur kotha janen? Ki kore?

Ei facebook e….

Facebook e janlen?

Na ,mane, apne facebook e pray I lyakhen kina, ‘my best friend’s birthday, my friend told me…..’

Facebook e likhi shei friend ta ke?

Na, lyakhen na,mane, lyakhen nai thik I, bozon zay…….

Bojha jay?Ki kore?

Na, mane zara apnare chene, tara boze……

Apni amake chenen?

Na, syarokom sini na…

Amake serokom chenen na, kintu amar facebook poren……..

Ho, thik koisen….

Keno poren?

Apne to amar friend ..

Apni ki sotti amar bondhu?

Apnar friends list e asi to… add korsen amare ……

She to ami sobai kei add kori mostly…….Je request pathay…….

Mostly kon kyan?

Amar ek bondhur baron ache, tar bondhuder add kora jabe na kichhutei…

Apne to karur kotha shunen na …

Na shuni na, shune choli o na, kintu ami bondhu ta ke bojhate parini je ei jogote keu karur bondhu noy adote….

Bondhu na? ki kon apne?

Na bondhu keu nei karur

Tahoile Facebook ase kyan?

Facebook ache , kenona loke nijer loker opor biswas, trust hariye phelche….Tai virtual bondhutte beshi biswas korche….

Ki ze kon apme……amar koto bondhure paisi ami…..

Hya, shei to bollam…tara ekhon virtual friends…

Virtual Friends kon kyan?

Tader sathe ager moton adda maren? Kotha bolen? Virtual Friends bolei tara apnar ekhon o friends…..Ager moton Jodi sobai ek paray thakten, ek ishkul e porten, ek tiffin share kore kheten, tahole ar friends thakto na tara….

Apne asen kyan tobe facebook e?

Aami chai amar lekhaa apnar moto boka bondhura poruk ar ami aro famous hoi…

Boka bondhu koilen amare ?

Bokai to, apni bhabchhen ami apnar bondhu, kintu ami noi……….

Ar apne ze sarakhkhon amar friend, amar friend koren , tara apner bondhu?

Tarao amar bondhu noy……Keu I amar keu noy, tader bondhu rao tader keu noy…..Sobai bhabche era amar apon…ashole kichui nei….sob I mayar khela……ki moja na?

Apne ki Ramkrishnodeb er boi porsen naki?

Ta, ek jholok porechhilam boi ki…keno?

Ami kisudin Norendropur Ramkrishno Mission e porsi kina, tohon sunsi…ei sob kotha...

Ba ba…apni to besh pondit lok, ta amar kotha shonen keno?

Apnare amar bhalo lage tai.

Amake bhalo lage, apnake ami chhini?

Na sinle ki ase?bhalo lagon zay na?

Bhalo lagte i pare, tai bole amar kotha sunte hobe?

Apner mukhta khub sondor kina, tai sarakhkhon takaye thakte ichcha kore…..

Amar sundor mukher dike takiye thakte ichche kore, kothao shunte ichche kore…….??

Zee..

Zee?ki? TV?

Angge, ami Zee dekhi na, Tara Muzik dekhi…….Shei khanei apnar gan sunsi….

Achcha apod to, Zee Tara kotha theke kothay gorachche kotha ke jane….Zee bollen keno?

Angge, Zee TV to apne koilen….

Ami Zee TV bolar age apni I Zee Zee korlen……..

Zee…

Zee Zee korben na to, osojhjho lage……..

Angge….

Apni Angge o korben na……

Apner cheye boyoshe ami onek soto kina….tai …

Boyeshe apni chhoto hoten paren, ami boro hote pari….Zee Fee bolben na…amake daken ki bole?

Angge,Moni Apu……

Apu Fapu o bolben na….Ami karur Apu na, Didi na, Bon na………..hoteo chai na..bollam na, sob I maya?

Apne sob somoy choitya thaken kyan? Kotha koyon zay na……

Chote thaki ?Ami? Sob Somoy? Ei to bollen, amar dike takaye thakte ichcha kore apnar…..

Ho, Apner much tao sundor, Apne lyakhen o somotkar , kintu Samna samni apne kyamon zani…

Samna samni ami kemon jani? Ami dekhte sundor, likhio sundor…..Hummn , apni to amay bhabalen moshai…..

Mukher kotha khan apnar sundor koron lagbo…

Ei boyeshe amake change hote bolchen? Kotha sundor bolte bolchen?Hasalen Moshai…Ki kore kori?

Apne ektu kom hasen, beshi hashle mone hoy thik hoibo…byamo ta…

Hahahaha..Apnar kotha ta sunei amar kemon hashi pachche…Ami temon hashi na bolchen?

Hasen…phuto tular somoy hasen….baki somoy gombheer…

Phuto? Oh,I see….Photo tolar somoy hashi……hahaha…..khub I hashi pachche amar…

Kyan?

Kyan ki abar?apnar kotha shune amar khub hashi pachche..Apni khub mojar lok..abar ashben.

Apner kotha ta koilen na ze?

Kotha?Ki kotha bolbo?

Shei ze koitasilen apner bondhu koise …ki zyan?

Oh, shei je amar bondhur kotha diye kotha bola surukorechhilam, seta jante chaichen?

Zee..

Tara

Sony

Ki sob baje bokchen, amakeo bokachchen…..daran bhabi…

Apne bhaben, ami apnere dekhi……..

Na, orokom haa kore amake dekhte thakle ami bhabte parbo na…

Ki korum?apne ze sundor…

Sundor sundor korben na to , birokto lage.

Apner to sobetei birokto lage…..

Moteo sobete birokto lage na…….kokhon bollam ar……?

Ektu agei to koilen, zee komu na, Agge,apne koyon zaibo na, apu dakon zaibo na, apnar birokto lage……

Hya, koisi..I mean, bolechhi , ei kotha gulo sunle birokto lage, sobetei lage bolchen keno?

Oi hoilo……

Oi hoilo mane ta ki?

Apner ekta biya koron lagbo…

Biye korte hobe amake? Keno?

Apne khub lonely…………ek khan songi dorkar.

Lonely ami na……..biye korte chaile korar o onek lok ache, kintu korbo na.

Kyan?

Kyan abar ki?korbo na, korte chain na….

Nizer loker opor biswas haraye phyalsen, tai?

Biswas harai ni…Nijer lok ta je ke, setai bujhini…

Bozhon er chesta koren nai…

Hoyto bojhar chesta korini…Ar keu chesta o koreni bojhabar………..

Kyamne korbo?Apne za bod mezazi…….

Bodmejaji?ami?Ta besh...setao manlam...Kauke temon khnuje paini..holo?

Bhalo koira khnujsen?

Hya..Khunjechhi..Bhalo kore i khnujechhi..

Na Khnojen nai...Sob kisu apne na saite i paisen..Tai dekhte paan na...

Na chaitei peyechhi...? Tai dekhte pai ni?Apni to amar sob khobor rakhen dekhchhi...

Oi ze koilam, apnere amar bhalo lage....

Laguk bhalo..apni jan to moshai, birokto lagche...

Oi dhyakhen abar apner birokto lagtase..

Achcha jala toh!!Dabi ta ki bolun to apnar?

Dabii kisu nai...Ei koitasilam apner mezaj ta ektuk chora thake sob somoy....Apnere boza daay...

Kothatar mane ki?

Mane ar kisu na, ei koi ar ki...Obhoy dile koi...

Ki je bolchhen, bujhchhi na kichu....Bolun..

Ektu bhoy kortase...

Bhoy korte hobe na, ami apnake kamrabo na...ja bolar bole phelun chotpot..

Ami koitasilam ze apnere keu koite sahosh pay na...

Sahosh pay na? Keno?

Mane apne khyar khyar koren kina....

Ami khyar khyar kori? Bodmejaji? Ja khushi tai bolchen dekhi..

Apnei to koilen koite.

Achcha, kon...taratari bolun amar kaj ache..

Taratari koyon zaibo na...

Uuff baba, ki jalaton...Sunchhi , bolun..

Shanto hoiya shunon lagbo...

Ekhon abar shanto hote hobe? Keno?

Apner mon ta oshanto boilya...Nijer kotha bhaben ektu...

Nijer kotha ki bhabbo? Biye korte hobe bolchhen?

Ho...ekjon hath dhoroner songi apner lagbo..

Bollam je keu hath dhorte chayni konodin...

Saibo kyamne? Apne za...

hcha ar bolte hobe na...etuku bujhlam, amar nijer lok amar samnei ache...Ami dekhte pachchi na...ar ami bodmejaji... mejaj dekhe, keu hath dhorte sahosh pay na...Etai apnar boktobbo?

Ho..thik koisen...

Holei ba ki?Je amake nijer mone korbe, she thik eshe hath dhorbe amar…

Ami apner hath dhorte chaile diben ki?

Hath ta dhorei dekhun age, tobei to bujhben….

….Copyright @Manidipa

Coming Back

Phire Asha
Bengali Short Story
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
8/18/2011
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Ranjan:Kemon Achho?

Deepa:Fast-o-celas.

Ranjan:Ek i rokom acho ekhon o?Boyosh bare na tomar?

Deepa:Ke bollo bare na? porer bochhor ‘ordho shoto barshiki’ palon korbo ami….

Ranjan:Dekhe to mone hochche na….Ekhon o teenager saj….

Deepa:Teenager !!!She to amar chelera ekhon…Ami holam bridhdha

Deepa : Ki haschho keno ?

Ranjan:Ki kore ek rokom thako tumi bolo toh?

Deepa:Tokhon theke khali amar kothai, moteo bhalo lagche na.Tomar kotha shuni.

Ranjan: Ami to chirokaler i shei dokandar…Saree kena byacha kori.

Deepa:Babah, famous designer er binoy dekho!!

Ranjan:Design to kore amar bou…Ami to just bikri r byabostha kori….

Deepa: Kagoje to dekhi tomar nam tai boro kore dey…Samir Ranjan Basu.

Ranjan:Mitali nam dite chay na.

Deepa:Otao tomar binoy….Bou er proshongsha kora ojotha.

Ranjan: Ki mushkil, ojotha keno hobe ?Sotti o anke bhalo…

Deepa :Katao….bou er golpo shonay amar interest nei….Ami bou hole onno kotha chhilo.

Ranjan :Hote to parte..hole na keno?

Deepa:Propose korechhile ?

Ranjan:Korechhilam toh….

Deepa: She to jokhon amar biye thik hobar pore…Porer din biye,uni elen tokhon!!!Kyablakanto...

Ranjan:Ki mushkil!!Ami janbo ki kore, rager mathay tumi jake take biye korbe.

Deepa:Jake take? Tomar cheye bhalo…Dokandar!!.

Ranjan:Ei to bolle designer..

Deepa:Tokhon oi dokandar i chhile...

Ranjan:Achcha jala toh….achcha besh…dokandar er preme porle ki kore?.

Deepa:Prem?Kobe?Kothay?

Ranjan:Ki mushkil,preme na porle bolchho keno propose korini.

Deepa:Koroni toh….Duniya suddu lok janto tumii amar hobu bor…tumii janle na.

Ranjan:Ki mushkil, tumi to sarakhkhon ei Sudip, noy Neil,noy Ritesh noy ki jeno si sardarji?

Deepa: Sardarji?…

Ranjan:Sei je go…gatta gotta ekta utkot lok…hindi kotha bolto….ki bolo na nam ta?

Deepa:Sammy? Sardarji hote jabe kon dukhkhe?

Ranjan:Dukhkh na, sukhei…Sammy nam chhilo?

Deepa:Janina kar kotha bolchho..Onek bondhu chhilo…

Ranjan: Hya, to onek bondhu r modhdhe, kar sathe tomar ki somporko bujhbo ki kore?

Deepa: Jiggesh korlei bole ditam……

Ranjan:Tomake jiggsesh kore thappor khetam?.

Deepa:Thappor?Kobe thappor merechhi ? Kakei ba merechhi?

Ranjan:Maroni hoyto , marte parte..

Deepa:Marte partam? Kothatar ki mane hoy?…

Ranjan: Na mane, sob somoy bolte kina, marbo tene ek chor….!!

Deepa: Tomake boltam?

Ranjan: Na..….

Deepa: kake bolechhilam tobe?

Ranjan: Oi sardarji ta ke….

Deepa: Uuuufff….oi sardarji ta ke ? .

Ranjan: Oi je mota kore kalo kore humdo moton, tomar pechhon ei bosto..

Deepa: Naveen ? tumi jano o ke ?.

Ranjan: Hobe kono smugler er byata….Dekhlei chor chor lagto.….

Deepa: Chor chor lagto? Smugler er byata? Tai ?

Ranjan: Hya, hya, ar gay bodkhot gondo…

Deepa: Tomar bishshon gulo kokhon sesh hobe?

Ranjan: Hya ja bolchhilam, sob somoy tader sathe thakte, cinemay jete…Ami tai bhoye jetam na…tomar samne….

Deepa:Pherar pothe same bus e to uthte…Jokhoni phero, tini birajoman, samne, gondomadon porbot….

Ranjan: Ki mushkil shei somoy class sesh hole ki korbo?…

Deepa: Rat egarotar pore ki class thakto jeno tomar? Dokaner phordo melabar class?

Ranjan:Egarotar pore Salt Lake ta niribili hoy jeto…Bipod porle dekhte…

Deepa: Bodyguard to chhilei tumi….Amar stoppage ei babar bondhur bari, noy ukil er sathe appointment…..Dhop master the great….

Ranjan: Ki mushkil? Kaj thakte pare na?

Deepa: Sarakhkhon ‘Ki mushkil, ki mushkil’ bolo keno kyablachoron er moton?….

Ranjan:Ki mush…..I mean, tumio to kyablachoron kyablachoron bolei jachcho.

Deepa:Bolle ki hoyeche?Kyablachoron ke ki bolbo?

Ranjan: Na…. ki ar hobe?Oti chalak er golay dori.

Deepa: Oti chalak ta ke?

Ranjan:Na…keu na…

Deepa:Keu na to kothata bolle keno?

Ranjan:Na, amader class er ekta baje meyer kotha bolchhilam

Deepa: Ki nam tar?

Ranjan:Deepsikha…

Deepa:Ki porto?….

Ranjan: Zoology…

Deepa : Koi amar class to oi name keu chhilo na…

Ranjan:Junior ….tomar cheye..o-nektai…

Deepa: Ki korechhilo ?

Ranjan: Ki abar korbe? Kichhu koreni toh..

Deepa: Oti chalaki ta ki korechhilo ?…

Ranjan : Chor merechhilo …teacher ke….tarpor take bhagiye deouya hoy….….

Deepa :Eto boro ghotona ghotlo college e, ar tumi chhara keu janlo na ?

Ranjan : Onekei janto..I mean , jane hoyto…..

Deepa: Ami chhara ?…

Ranjan: Bhule gechho…

Deepa: Bhuleo gechhi? Ganja Tanja khao naki ajkal?

Ranjan: Keno?

Deepa: Altu phaltu ki sob ja ta bokchho?

Ranjan: Ki korbo? Tomar sathe kotha bolte kemon bhoy kore.

Deepa:Haa kore college e takiye thakte bhoy korto na?

Ranjan: Haa kore? Ami? Hottei pare na.

Deepa: Na hole ara-ari boste keno?.

Ranjan: Board dekhar jonno….

Deepa: Board er onko tukte na bole roj tumi na bokuni khete?

Ranjan: Achcha, asha theke pulish er jera korchho keno boloto?.

Deepa: Sotti kotha bolte parona keno?

Ranjan:Sotti kotha ta ki?

Deepa: Ei je tumi amay bhalobasho…

Ranjan: Bhalo talo bashi na….

Deepa: Tahol kauke biye korle na keno?.

Ranjan: Ke bollo biye korini?

Deepa: Marbo tene ek chor…Abar miththe kotha?

Ranjan:Ki mushkil, abar dhomkachcho!!

Deepa:Ar ekbar ‘ki mushkil’ bolechho ki gola tipe marbo…….

Ranjan:Gola tiple to bhaloi, hater chonya to pabo….

Deepa: Hather chonya pabar etoi ichcha jokhon, tokhon she chesta nei keno?.

Ranjan:Ar ekhon chesta korei ba labh ki?

Deepa: Ke bollo labh nei?

Ranjan: Humdo sardarji ki chhere debe?

Deepa: Naveen, Can u come here? Ei je Naveen, er kothai bolchhile? Humdo Sardarji ?

Ranjan: Oh ‘Hi’…Mane…hya..mane na..Ag bolbe to , ekhanei ache….

Deepa: O to sarakhkhon i amadr sathei chhilo..Ami to or sathi esechhi….

Ranjan: Bangla bojhe ?

Deepa: Kolkatar chhele bangla bujhbe na?

Ranjan: Ami thik or kotha bolini….

Deepa: kar kotha bolchhile?

Ranjan: Shei Naveen er kotha bolechhilam.

Deepa: E ii shei Naveen….

Ranjan: Jar sathe tomar biye hoyechhilo?

Deepa: Hobar kotha chhilo, hoy ni…

Ranjan: Hoy ni?Kar sathe hoyechhilo tobe?

Deepa: Karur sathei na…

Ranjan: Jah ,baje kotha…

Deepa: Naveen kei jiggasha koro…

Ranjan: Naveen to muchki muchki hashe ar matha nare…Ki mushkil….Aaah…mukhe hath chapa dao keno…?

Deepa:Bolechhi na , ar ekbar bollei…gola tipe marbo….

Ranjan: Ta sorale keno?Hater chnoya ta to bhaloi lagchhilo…..

Deepa: Etoi jokhon bhalo lage tokhon ……

Ranjan: Tokhon to chole ditei hoy….Ashar hole she ashei phire, tai na?

Deepa: Etoi confidence ?

Ranjan :Confidence na…..Sahosh kore tomar biyer ager din prostab dilam…Galmondo kore bhagiy dile….Bolle biye korbe kal i…ami tokhon..

Deepa : Bibagi hoye gele?

Ranjan : Khanik ta tai…Train chepe Bombay chhole elam…

Deepa: Ar ami bochhor er por bochhor ha pittesh kore boshei roilam.

Ranjan: Chokhe jol keno paglir?

Deepa: Ekdom oi name dakbe na….…..

Ranjan: Ki Mush…ki…Achcha baba achcha…..Ar bolbo na…Areh, Naveen ta kothay gelo?

Deepa: Oke chole jete dao, Ranjan….…..

………..Copyright @Manidipa

Missing Something?

Moner Bhul?
Bengali Short Story by Manidipa Bhattacharya
8/8/2011
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‘Ki re , sunlam naki khub jor jor hoyeche, office jashni naki dudin?’

‘Tui janli ki kore?’

‘Facebook e proti second ei to update dish…kokhon bhath kheli, macher dam koto, ki diye bhath makhli…’

‘Dei to besh kori, tui I ba haa kore amar kotha gulo porish keno?’

‘Kauke to portei hobe, likhchish eto kosto kore!’

‘Tor jonno to likhchhi na….tui thakna tor bou er anchol dhore..’

‘ki mushkil, abar bou ke niye tanatani keno abar?’

‘tanatani keu koreni, tor moton joru ka gulam der onno mohilar facebook pora uchit na bolei mone kori..’

‘ta, bou thakle, anchol to dhortei hobe, tor ekhon bor toke chhere paliyeche..,tate amar ki dosh…’

‘ami I chhherechhi, amake chere palayni…..karon tao tui janish..’

‘oi ek I holo….ta golpo folpo likhchish na…dhoper golpo jodio…’

‘Dhoper golpo Jodi, tahole porish keno haaa kore?’

‘Koi na toh!’

‘ki , koi natoh?’

‘Haa kore pori na toh…,mukh bondho korei pori’

‘Thakte to parish na amake chhere..biye korar somoy palali keno?’

‘Biye?Toke?Bapre…..jhogra kore kobe sorge pathiye ditish tui..’

‘oh, ar tor bou?jhogra korena, tai na?’

‘ei meye guloi, mairi bolchhi, bohut jhogrute hoy….sotti bolchhi..’

‘ahha…bou ke phele ,majh ratre, onno bandhobir sathe chat korbi, ar bou jhogra korbe na!!!ki abdar..’

‘Dekh bhaggish tui amar bou nosh..’

‘keno, tate ki…?’

‘Toke phele ar ekjoner sathe chat kortam….tui kya kya kortish..seta ki bhalo hoto?’

‘bah…besh besh…ki jukti….ei chheleguloi omon…’

‘kemon?’

‘sarakhkhon, onno meyeder pechone chhonk chhonk..’

‘Chhonk chhonk kora kharap kise?’

‘khub bhalo….ne tui chonk chhonk korei mor…ami gelam…’

‘ei shon na, shon na….ki gan record korli bolbi na?’

‘na…toke bolbo keno? Tui ke, je sob kotha bolbo?’

‘tor I pet phule dhol hobe….amar ki?’

‘tor onek kicchhui….mukh phute ekdin bolei phyal….dekhbi tor pet I halka hobe..’

‘shei ashay I boshe thak..’

‘boshe I to achhi…ekdin na ekdin to bolbi i’

‘ja bhag….office ja…..kaj kommo kichhu nei…baje bhatano..’

‘ha ha…..sotti kotha sune rag holo?

‘rag fag hoyni…ja kat….amar onno bandhobi dakadaki korchhe..’

‘tui mor…’

Bolei chat session ta off kore dilo Titir….Roj I pray ek I kothopokothon
chhole Debu r sathe…..
Nah sotti office e deri hoye jachche.Ekhkhuni Vineet eshe jabe office e jabar jonno pickup korte.

Baki golpota Vineet er sathei hoy, garite jete jete….

Vineet o mon diye or ar Debur golpo gulo shone.

Vineet ar Titir ek I office e kaj kore, barir kachei thake bole dujone eksathei jay office e.
Tate subidhe onek...office er ek ghontar journey tao oto boring hoyna…Ar Titir er bok bok shonar o ekta lok paoya jay…

Majhe majhe Debu ke khyapanor jonno, Vineet er golpo kore Debu r kache…Kintu dekheche, Debu ekdom I patta dey na….Emon ki Vineet ke ?kemon dekhte, she bishoy eo jante chayna….
Tate ektu rag I hoy Titir er….Debu ektu jealous hole hoyto bhalo lagto….

‘kintu keno?’

‘kkki keno?’

Vineet er proshne chhomke gelo Titir….

‘Bolchhilam, eto chinta keno?Asha theke, no’ hi’, no ‘hello’?what’s wrong’…Vineet jiggesh korlo.

‘Oh sorry….na ei Debu r pindi chotkachchilam mone mone..’

‘pindi, what?’

‘Oh ho..Vineet?chhotobela theke Kolkatay thekeo Bangla sikhle na tumi?’
Titir Bollo Vineet ke.

‘oto kothin word bujhte pari na….normal kotha is okay..’ Vineet justify korar chesta korlo…

‘Tomar bou ekhon kemon ache Vineet?’ Titir kotha ghorabar chesta korlo.

‘Oi ek I rokom.Sarakhkhon pete byatha byatha bole.Doctor kichhu dhorte parchhe na..’

‘Achcha, sob bhalo chhelerai married keno bolo toh..?’Titir hothath jiggesh korlo.

‘Ha, ha…this is really funny…u r a crazy woman..’VINEET HASHLO GARI CHALATE CHALATE.

‘my name is Sheila….Sheila ki jawani..I am too sexy for u..teri hath na ani.’Titir gan dhorlo CD r sathe sathe…

‘have u ever thought of going to a Doctor?’Vineet or kando dekhe jiggesh korlo.

‘Doctor?keno?ki hoyeche?’ Titir gan thamiye jiggesh korlo.

‘matha r treatment korate…’’Vineet or dike taiye bollo..

‘Samne takan Dada……..gari dhakka lagbe …!!’Titir steering e hath rakhte
gelo.

‘pashe beautiful lady boshe thakle na takale chole?’ Vineet hese bollo…

‘Tao bhalo ekjon atleast beautiful bollo..’ Titir hashlo…

‘Come on! I bet onek chelei boleche tomake bhalo dekhte…’Vineet bollo…

‘Chheleder theke meyerai boleche beshi…oboshsho meyera sotti kotha bole na..’Titir gombhir mukhe bollo.

‘T, u are very funny…U know that?’Vineet Titir ke T bolei dake…

‘Yes V,u tell me that all the time…..Cholo ebare office e kaj kori…’Bolei Titir office er parking lot e namlo….

Sare nota bajlo pray..Ekhkhuni Debu r phone ashbe.

Roj esomoy ekta phone kore khonj nebe, Titir office e pouchalo kina.

Majhe majhe birokto lage Titir er….Etoi Jodi chinta tahole biyeta korli na keno Debu?

Debu o USA te Titir er sathei ek office ei kaj korto.Debu o single chhilo..
Titir er divorce tokhon o hoyni.

Titir ar Debu r somporko niye tokhon bangaleeder modhdhe roshalo golpo cholto.
Ei niyei bor er sathe bonibona suru…tarpor jhogra.
Dhidhagrostho hoye Titir seshe bari chhere beriye ashe….
Tarpore to divorce hoye jay….
Debu r jonnoi practically Titir divorce ta korlo, jodio Debu oke korte boleni…
Bondhutter beshi dabi I konodin Debu koreni…
Tao Titir bhebechhilo Debu hoyto oke bhalobashe, biye korte chay….
Divorce er por bohubar boleche biye korar kotha…kichhutei raji hoyni Debu.
Khali bolto Bondhu achi, bondhui thaki na?

Hothath I ekdin dum kore sob chhere chhure deshe chhole gelo Debu.
Giyei sunlo ekjon ke biye korechhe Debu…
Rage Dukhkhe Opomane bohudin Debur sathe jogajog rakheni Titir.
Khali mone hoto Debu oke cheat korechhe…
Vineet I oke bujhiyechhilo ete Debu r kono dosh nei…Debu to oke boleni biye korbe bole….Tai kono expectation rakha uchhit hoyni Titir er.

Shei chorom dukhkher dine pashe peyechhilo Vineet ke…O na thakle hoyto Titir suicide er kotha bhabto.

Ashole Debu r rejection ta Titir mante parchhilo na.
Prochondo opoman…tar theke Raag…er theke berote parchhilo na Titir….
Mone ache, roj office jaouya ashar pothe chitkar kore kandto Titir…
Bechara Vineet, shanto mukhe eshob sojhjho koreche….

Kintu kokhon o Debu r agsinst e ekta kothao boleni….khali bole geche dekho or hoyto kichhu osubidhe chhilo.
Tokhon or Vineet er oporeo rag hoto….aste aste somoy sob kichhu bhuliye dey…

Vineet I abar Debu r sathe Titir er sathe jogajog koriye dey thru facebook.

Majhe majhe Titir bhabe, Vineet I ba eto kichhu kore keno or jonno?

Tobe ki Vineet oke bhalobashe?

Vineet er oboshsho bou ache..bohudin bibahito…
Shailaja, or bou, oke school theke bhalobasto.
Engineering pash korei Vineet Shailaja ke biye kore USA te chole ashe….
Shailaja meyeta bhalo kintu khub bhoge….Sarakhkhon I kichhu na kichhu osukh legei ache.
Khub boroloker meye Shailaja….pray I deshe chole jay..noyto or barir keu na keu ashei…
Golpo sune mone hoy Vineet is not happy in his marriage, kintu ar oi guessing game e jete chayna Titir.
Debu r dhakka samlate onek beg pete hoyeche…
Abar Vineet er sathe joriye porte chay na….

Oboshsho Vineet serokom kichhu boleni Titir ke, hint o deyni…….

Sobtai ki Titir er moner bhul?

Debu r phone ashlo na dekhe Titir er bhuru konchkalo…

Ki byapar, phone korena keno? Phone kore dekhbe?

Na thak, Debu bou Jodi jante pare, seta khub ekta bhalo byapar hobe na…..

Debu r bou ke dekhar khub ichche Titir er…….keno Titir ke biye na kore Debu oke biye korlo, Titir er jante ichche kore…….Ki nei Titir er ja oi meyetar ache?

Ekhon ar rag hoyna Debu r opor.
Jante ichche kore , ‘Kemon achho tumi Debu?’

Bhabte bhabte Debu r text…’Office e pouchali kina ekta email kore dish…na hole chintay thakbo…..’

‘Tui mor…..’likhe text er window ta bonndho kore dilo Titir…..

………Copyright @Manidipa

Random Thoughts

Satkahon
Bengali Short Story
By Manidipa Bhattacharya
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Amar golper goru naki gache chore.
Ei niye sokoler khub apotti...
Tader ke niye naki ami baniye baniye golpo likhi.

Ki mushkil, golpo to bananor jonnoi.
Ektu, tok, jhal, lonka, misti......sathe du phonta chokher jol..
Byas golpo toiri...

Tai ebare poddo likhbo bhablam.
Likhlam.
Likhe sokol ke poralam.

Bhaijhi bollo, ' Zoghonno..'
Bhaijhi abar stress debar jonno 'Zanti paroni' r moto, 'Zoghonno' bollo...

Bondhuti bollo,'Pati...'
Pati mane ta ki hoy? bhalo na kharap? Achchorjo bote...Aje Baje montobbo...Nije likhe dekhak na....

Ma bollo,'Kotha theke tukechho..?'
Mar dharona, ami sarajibon tukei pash korechhi....

Bhai bollo,'Robindronather 'aji hote shoto borsho pore' kobita tai edik odik kore jherechish mone hoy...'
Money hoy?Mane ta ki? Hoy Jherechhi na hoy Jharini.Er modhdhe, mone houya hoiyir kichhu nei.

Ashole sobai khub hingshute...Amar bhalo dehte pare na mone hoy.

Abar mone hoy bollam.

Na, mone hoy na......Tara hingshutei.

Ei to sebar, jebar TV theke amar interview nilo...
Dariyechhilam busstop e...Hothth bus e agun, Mar Pith...
Protokhkhodorshi hisebe amar interview nilo TV channel...
Doure bari eshe sobaike janalam..
TV khule boshe roilam ghontar por ghonta...

Bhaijhi r khik khik hashi...'Sararat boshei thak'...Hi hi..

Ma r thonth ultano comment, ' Sarakhkhon aje baje jaygay chorkibajir moton ghora ghuri..'

Bhai bollo,'Tor i praner bondhura i bus jaliyeche to, shei jonnoi tokeo okhanei paouya jay..'

Bondhuti janalo, 'ebare gundara eshe pechhone lagbe, TV te interview debar jonno..'

Bhoyer Chote amar to tin din ghum ure gelo.
Office e hajira dilam na ek hoptaho...Tate kore chakritao khouyalam.

TV te nijer chehara tao bhalo kore dekha holo na...
Jei na dekhachche, sobai omni humri kheye pore je jar motamot dite laglo.

'Thik pagli r moto dekhachche, ushkho khushko chul..'
'Ki mutki hoyeche dekho...TV teo antchhe na..'
'Abar boro boro batela marche dekho...jeno Mamta Banerjee..'

Achchoryjo lok sobai.
Toder to ar dekhay ni.
Otoi jodi kosto, dekhar dorkar ta ki?

Boro pishir nati r kothay ' too much..'

Ek bochhorer sishu, addho adho shore ekta kothai bole, ' Too much...'

Sotti i too much...

Poddo foddo bad diye gan niye porlam.

Samne barir Leela di r kache gelam.
Didi r fees khub high.
Group e sekhan.
Didi bollo,'Tomake to chhoto thekei dekhchhi...Sur ta ektu kom lage.Tomar bhai er golata bhalo. Or gan sikhle kaj dito.'

Sur er abar kom laga, beshi laga, ta ki abar?
Lagalei lagano jay.
Chesta kore dekhbe to ekbar.
Na sikhiye i boro boro boktobbo.
Ganer teacher jokhon tumi, sekhano ta tomar kaj.
Fees jokhon dichchi, tomar na sekhanor karon ta ki?

Nischoy amar barir lok 'chukli' kheyeche didir kache.

Sur jokhon kom, tokhon guitar i sikhi.

Bhebe ekta Guitar kine phellam.
Tung tung tung tung bajai roj...
Sathe sathe sob ghorer dorja dur dar bondho hoye jay...
Omon besuro bajna sunle naki kane tala dite hoy.

Bajna ta o beshuro?
Jontre tar lagano, setai to bajchchi..
Ami to ar Guitar ta banai ni re baba!!
Je baniyeche take giye bolna bapu.

Ei baritei thaka uchit na.
E bhabe pode pode opodosto houya.
Poshachche na.
Janalam sobai ke.

Bondhutir montobbo, ' eka eka ke bari bhara debe tomay?'

Mar tipponni,' Dudinei moho bhangbe, hather opor sob tule deouya hoy to, bhabe khub moja...'

Bhai bollo,' Hya ja na...Maine to pash du taka baro ana...Sei takay bostir bathroom o bhara pabi na....Choleche eka thakte..huh!!'

Bhaijhi r abar khik khik hashi,'Tor ja ranna...Ek din kheye nijei okka pabi..hi hi...'

Boro pishir nati ta bollo, 'just too much..'

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Neera Here!!

Neera, Tumi Ke?
Bengali Short Story
Manidipa Bhattacharya
4/21/2011

Ghorir kantar dike takiye dhor phor kore ghum theke uthlo Neera.
Ekhkhuni Raja ke thele na uthiye dile school jaoya hobe na.
Chhele ta eto boro hoyechhe tao ghum bhange na.
Age khub rag hoto Neerar. Ekhon ar hoyna.
Bujheche sob kichu mene neoyai budhdhimaner kaj.
Ranjan pray I tour theke jokhon phere , tokhon meyeder lipstik er dag, clip, kanta, dul pay.
Setao mene niyeche.
Joto maya bondhon theke mukto houya jay totoi bhalo.
Ranjan ke bolle Ranjan bole,’Jara orokom bole, tader I beshi moho….’
Tai hobe hoyto.
Tokko korteo ichche kore na ajkal.
Chorer mayer boro gola.
Tai Ranjan o bari eshei onek khunt dhore.
Eta koroni keno, seta keno nongra.Ekhane jaoyar ki dorkar?
Neera r sob kichhui Ranjan er khub I kharap lage ajkal.

Coffee r jolta boshiye Rajake dakte gelo opore Neera.
Ranjan er ghore unki mere dekhlo, Ranjan suye I ache ekhon o.
Onno din esomoy Ranjan er snan hoye jay.
Sorir kharap holo bodhhoy….
Ajkal sorir kharap holeo Neerar temon kichu korar thake na .
Ranjan er bandhobi rai khone khone phone e khobor ney.
Bari boye khabar diye jay.
Neerar khabar Ranjan er bhalo o lage na temon.
Sobetei nun beshi dey naki Neera..
Ta chhara Neerar khabar e weight tao bere jay naki ajkal.
Sundori slim bandhobider slim khabar onek beshi sasthokor.
Tai Neera o ar beshi ranna banna kore na.
Bhaloi to, ekta apod komlo.
Emni kore jay jodi din jak na!!!

Tin charbar dakar por Raja uthlo.Uthe bathroom e gelo.
Sokaler dakadaki teo Ranjan khub birokto hoy.
Chheleke bhalo manush korte pare ni Neera, ei niye o onek kotha sunte hoy.
Ranjan er sundori bandhobider chhele meyera sotti koto bhalo.
Neerar nijer I koto kharap lage.
Na parlo bhalo bou hote, na bhalo ma, na bhalo meye….

Chhotobela theke I mayer koto complain chhilo Mayer.
Tui eta parish na, ota parish na….

Sobai chokhe angul diye Neerake bojhabar chesta koriyeche Neera kotoi opodartho! Kotoi na kharap meye.
Prithibi te onek to bhalo lok ache…Du charte kharap lok thakuk na!!
Baba bolto,’Sobai kei ki bhalo hote hobe?’
Ranjan, Ma, Sundori bandhobira……eto bhalor majhkhane Neerar kharap tai loker chhokei pa pore keno eto!!

Jak ge ja…
Coffee r dudhta gelo uthle.
Protidin dudh bosiye Neera onno kaje byasto hoye pore.
Ar hoy ranna pore, noyto dudh uthlay, noy pan e agun lege dau dau kore jole..

Ranjan ke coffee debar sathe sathei comment ashbe, coffee te chini beshi, noyto patla, noyto ba kichu….

Egaro bochore thik kore ektao kaj kore uthte parlo na Neera.
Ranjan onek sekhabr chesta koreche….Neera shone na karur kotha!!!
Ranjan ar dosh ta kothay!!

Taropor Neerar mood samle cholte cholte Ranjan onno pothe hanta dilo.

Bondhutto kore boshlo Neeta r sathe…

Neera I boka chhilo. Bondhutter kotha janteo pare ni.

Kokhon matha tei ashe ni, Ranjan eto gobhir bhabe karur sathe joriye porte pare…

Bondhu bandhob ra Neera ke onekbar bolar chesta koreche.Neerai sunte chay ni..
Bondhu to hote I pare….

Tarpor Besh koyekbar Neetar sathe Ranjan er interaction Neerar chokhe poreche.

Dujoner chhokher bhashay bole diyeche kicchhu ingeet.

Ranjan mante chay ni, ekhon o mane ni.
Sobtai naki bidhudhdho bhalobasha.
Neerar kuchutepana mon, nongra mon.

Sotti to , Neerar uchhit chhilo e bishoye Ranjan ke kichui na bola.
Seta bujheche onek I pore.
Age bujhleo ba ki hoto ke jane!!
Ranjan jokhon tindin Apendix er operation er jonno haspatale, Neera na ghumiye,na kheye doura douri kore morlo Ranjan er jonno.

Ranjan kintu sarakhkhon Neetar sathe I phone e kotha bole gelo.
Sotti to, eto chinta jokhon, phone e to kotha bolte I hobe.
Tokhon dekhto sararat dujone phone e golpo korto.
Ek sathe Neera thakto thik I, kintu duti prani chhilo ek ta phoner pinjore atka….

Tate Neera r rag hoyeche???Houya ta to khub I oshshabhabik legeche Ranjan er kache…

Ekta sundor bondhutto Neera nosto kore diyeche.

Neerar jonno sob bandhobider kache Ranjan er naki matha hent hoyeche….

Ki kore ta ki Neera?
Ke ei Neera?
Kenoi ba she sobaike jalay?
Ektu ki bhalo hote parona tumi Neera?

Ma bolto, tumi kono chesta koro na Neera.
Chesta korlei sob kora jay.

Ranjan er ghore dhuke coffee ta diye mathay hath rakhlo Neera…
Ga gorom.
Jiggesh korlo ,’Coffee khabe?’
Ranjan chokh khule Neera ke dekhe obak holo.
Neera to ashena or ghore ajkal.
Jiggesh korlo,’Kota baje?’
Neera bollo,’Amar deri holo uthte, atta baje…’
Ranjan uthte giye ektu taal samlate parlo na, Neera dhorar chesta koreo dhorlo na.
Onek din Ranjan ke shoprsho koreni.
Korar ichche o jage na ajkal.
Ranjan er to na i…
She to bohudin age….i …

Most probably jokhon theke Neeta ar Ranjan er prem, tokhon thekei Ranjan paliye berato.
Neeta to kyabla chhilo.
O ektu ghenshe bosto Ranjan er kache…
Omni Ranjan haouya hoye jeto!!
Kothgulo bhableo morome more jete ichche kore Neera r.

Ranjan ki oke ghreena kore?
Hobe o ba…
Korle korbe..
Neera to dori diye bendhe rakheni…
Chole jete I pare Ranjan.
Ar anjan gele Neera konodin I or pechhone dourabe na…..Seta to Neera jane.Ranjan ki jane?
Ranjan bodhoy esob niye bhabeo na….
Emnii kajer chape byasto…proti mashe tour…
Ekhane thakle o , office er por sarakhon phone, noy facebook, noy chat.

Coffee ta hathe diye Neera chole jachchilo, Ranjan daklo, bollo ,’eshe bosho na..’
Neera samner chair e boshlo.
Ranjan bollo,’Mathata dhoreche , khub thanda legeche..’
Neera uthe pore bollo,’Toast baniye dichchi, kheye osudh kheye nio..’

Ranjan isharay boshte bollo.
Kichukhkhon chup kore theke bollo,’ ektu bosho, pore dio khabar..aj office jabo na..’

‘Office na jaoya mane I to du second e tin te kore phone’. Neera bole phello.
Bolei bhablo, keno bollam !!

Ranjan or dike takiye bollo,’ ke kake bole!!’

‘Sotti to, ke kake bole…panch minue er jonno tomar kache jokhon thekechi, tokhon I phone eseche..ekbar na , bar bar…’Abar Neera phosh kore bole phello..

‘Ar tumio to jokhon tokhon eke take phone koro…Chele dekhle I to gaye dhole pore kotha bolo, tar bela to kichu hoy na dekhi!!’Ranjan chibiye chibiye jobab dilo.

‘Tomar sathe kotha bolar dorkar amar nei, ami gelam..’ Neera Bollo.

‘Amar sathe kotha bolte bhalo lagbe keno. Hantur boyoshi bachcha chele take peye matha ghure geche to!!’Ranjan rege giye bollo.

‘I don’t want to talk about it right now…’bole Neera ranna ghore gelo.

Kan matha gorom hoye ache Neerar…

Kono kotha na bole ranna r jogare byato hoye porlo…

Aj bikele Swatira ashbe..Mangsho ta ranna korte hobe….
Ranjan er jonno payesh korbe bhablo…Khete bhalobashe.
Raja ta abar misti pochondo korena.
Or jonno abar mach banate hobe….

Refrigerator khule ki ki ache dekhte laglo Neera.

Pechhon theke Ranjan eshe bollo,’ mukh dhuye ashchi…ki khete debe dao…Tarpore osudh ta khai….

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…@MAnidipa

Follow your heart...

Follow your heart..
My thoughts..
Mandipa Bhattacharya
2/1/2011
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Always remember that you are alone in this life's journey...
So, never look for a soul mate.

No matter how hard you try to keep a relationship, it breaks...
So, never break any relationship.

You will always be judged.
So, it is better to bring out your bads.

You will always have your excuses
So, never try to find fault in others.

You can never win an argument
So, keep quite in a heated argument.

You can never please anybody
So, never listen to what others Say

You can never follow the quotes from the book you like most
So, never stop forwarding good quotes

Love never exists, hence it never dies.
So,stop snding flowers and chocolates on Valentine's day..

Nobody will trust you anyway
So,Follow your heart, do whatever makes you happy...

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Follow your heart

Follow Your Heart…..
My thoughts...
by Manidipa Bhattacharya
1/29/2011
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I always beleived in one thing, that is infact quote of my every emails I write….
i.e.., ‘Smile ...because Life is too short’.
Life is actually too short.
I have started the fear of death when I was diagnosed with a deadly desease , few years back.I think everybody at some point in their life will go through this feeling.It is strange but true.Truth is always bitter.
After dealing with a denial phase for quite somtime, you will cry one whole day to accept the truth.Sooner, the better….
That does not mean you will have to be sick.
It could be anything.
Few examples:
If your boyfriend does not love you anymore,but he once told you…now you still take his affection as love and you want to prove you are right!!You are wrong!!
Just let go.
One who wants to go, let them go…
One who returns, will come back to you anyway
One who is gone, was never yours….

What to do?
Go shopping, make friends….

Just remember, anybody and everybody cannot be your friend.
If two people believe in same philosophy, can be friends.
If two people have similar feelings for each other, can be friends.
If two people care for each other, can be friends.

If you find a friend, trust him/her completely
Don’t be afraid of gtting cheated.

It is okay to get cheated by trusting someone.
It is not okay to dis-trusting someone.

Donot expect anything from anybody.
Whether it is your friend,boss,co-worker,enemy,ex-spouse,children,parents,siblings,spouse,boy friend/Girl Friend, cable companies,facebook,banks or your neighbours….

If you get a bonus, just be happy….if not, donot keep blabbering about it all the time.No body has time for you.
If somebody wants to know more about your problems, they are happy that you have problems.

If you are sad, set a timeframe to show your sadness, then get over with it.
If you are upset, set a timeframe to show your upsetness, then get over with it.
If you are angry, set a timeframe to show your anger, then get over with it.

Share your happiness with others, keep your sorrows within.

Follow your heart…….Do it, if you like it. Enjoy, if that makes you happy…..

If a hug makes somebody smile, give them a hug.

Smile…..bcause life is too short!!!

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